“Nod,”
“Smile,”
“Wave,”
“Repeat this, ‘Hello Little boy. What’s your name?”
Ever get a pesky voice in your head telling you what to do? No? I do. I live in a world where having that voice makes you special. We are called Listeners. We hear voices. Yes voices as in more than one. We hear different ways . For example I hear what you don’t want me to hear. I hear when you are having a secret thought or when you are whispering with someone about something you don’t want anyone else to know. Let’s just put it this way if there is something you don’t want anyone else to know then I promise I know it.
There are group of people after us. They are called The Directors. They want to dissect, or take us apart and figure out why we are different. These people will tell you that we are dangerous and not to be trusted. They are wrong though. Saying we are different is like saying Pluto isn't a planet. We are not the bad guys.
My name is Twitchy, and this is my life the way should have been told.
“Hey Twitchy, will you beat up Flinch for me?” Candy asked as she walked into the living room where Silence and I were watching TV.
“Umm….” I was unsure honestly I wouldn’t mind beating him up.
“Your actually considering it aren’t you!” Flinch squeaked. “I can’t believe you would consider it Silence pahleeeeeesssse talk since into her.”
We all looked at Silence who seemed to just realize he was being spoken to. He just looked at me then shrugged.
“Candy, you know full well we don’t hurt each other. If I have to tell you again I’m going to sic Twitchy on you.” Leader said as he walked through the room.
“Why does everyone use me as their body guard?” I ask of no one in particular.
“Cause you know the most secrets…” Candy muttered
“Cause you scare people….”Flinch squeaked
“Cause you’re the most willing to hurt people…..” Silence thought.
“Because, you are the only one none of us can hear.” Leader said as he sat down.
Oh yeah, I forgot to explain what they hear. Leader hears the weather. Flinch hears our fears. Silence hears every word that gets said in the room that he is in. Finally, Candy hears our emotions.
“Thank you for standing up for me Leader.”
“Don’t thank me, I would let her beat you up. However, I know who will have to clean up the blood and put bandages on you and it won’t be any of the other people in this room.” Leader sighed, “anyways, we need to start packing.”
“Why? I like it here,” Candy asked. Leader flipped the news paper around so that the rest of us could see it. On the front page was a picture of Candy she was asking old lady how long ago it was that her husband had died when the old lady didn’t even know about it yet. She was on the phone with hospital at moment actually. Lets just say the old lady was not happy. “I thought she already knew, no one should be that sad when they don’t even know yet.”
“Whatever, we still gotta leave.”
We all left the living room, going to our own corners of the apartment to pack. Only what we absolutely need of course. If you haven’t noticed we are named after what everyone else in the group thinks we do the most. For example, I twitch. A lot. Which tells you Flinch flinches at everything. Silence doesn’t talk. Candy is addicted to sugar. (apparently it helps her hear better (not that she needs to.)) Leader got his name when we were kids he loved playing follow the leader and he always wanted to be the leader. I was cool with it since I hated being the one to make big decisions anyways
