N O I S E

FIRST

CHAPTER 1:
IN THE BEGINNING

I would have never known before. I was just a kid who thought that the world around him is as vast as his imagination.

I see things as far as I could. Hear as far, hearing the different varieties of sounds until my ears bleed. Feel things and be extremely affected by it for a long time. Smell and taste food even better that maybe engraved in my mind forever.

I was but a mere kid. That time I was too over joyed to notice that I am not normal. Too fascinated about how I can perceive the world too well through my senses.

But that didn't last, I remember the moment I told my mother about this power. She couldn't believe her own son, calling him a liar. Dragging me to the yard to teach me a lesson, to not lie.

After that multiple teaching have followed even though I haven't done anything wrong. That's when the world shattered in my mind. My mother drilling to me the idea of me not being normal. Telling me that what I feel was nothing but an imagination that I myself created.

It forced me to act as if its not there...

...when it is.

I hate suppressing it, it's suffocating to not express what I can truly see, hear, feel, taste, and smell.

After years of torment, questioning, I finally have come to a conclusion. Now I am eight, with the same routine as the usual but with a new resolve.

To act.

Act like other people, living their normal lives in their normal world.

In the same routine after my mother slapped me, "Mom I won't do it again. I promise."

I finally said holding her hands, smiling despite what I am feeling. She had a surprise look in her face but I can understand. Even after all the years of torment, I never spoke because of confusion.

But now I understand, even though I know it would hurt me worst than what my mother is doing.

She smiled, opening her arms to me. I contemplated moving but I still accepted her embrace. It's the warmth that I had lost after the debacle I made.

She caressed my hair, "My son. My lovely son. You're finally back to your senses. This won't happen again in the future because you finally understand, right?" Her embrace tightened giving me a slight difficulty to breathe.

But nevertheless I answered, "Yes, mom."

I wouldn't have known that by then my senses would get stronger. I successfully hid it when I am home but when i'm outside...

It becomes a completely different story.

And because of that I was bullied, a lot. Sounds cliche but I hope its as cliche as when somebody finally stood up to the mistreated kid.

Nope. Of course no one would stand up to a weird kid.

I couldn't let it be as suffocating as it is at home. I would die or I would have killed somebody because of it.

Living is hard or rather, surviving is. I experienced it the hard way at a young age.

"Ah! Ahg..." My ears rang suddenly, I pressed my temple to ease the pain.

I shook my head then opened my eyes and saw a silhouette of a man towering me.

"Hey, you alright?" he offered a hand but I refused, standing up by myself while massaging my temples.

"I can manage myself, thank you." I said instead keeping my head low, away from his gaze.

"Oh sure, no problem." He sounded reluctant but nevertheless left.