Listen Carefully [UNDER REVISION]

Prologue: Perception

Hearing, sight, smell, taste, and touch are the five senses that we need to survive in this cruel world. What if you lose one of these senses? My name is Sophia and I lost my ability to speak.

Because of my disability, I need to learn sign language, in able to communicate. I can hear clearly, my eyes are in good shape, I can smell fine, I can also identify the different flavors of food and so is my sensitivity. It is comfortable to stay silent, to be honest, but sometimes I receive mockery.

I looked at my surroundings and let out a heavy sigh, the start of a new day in this world lack of empathy. Normal people pretending to be blind, people who seem much worst than people who have disabilities.

I was currently walking in the path where people start doing their own businesses. When you looked at me you will think that I am normal, that is why people find my behavior rude because I do not reply. I sigh again.

I heard someone calling my name, I looked behind me and I saw my best friends Natalie and Roseline and smiled back at them. That's when I realized, perhaps, the world is not cruel at all because of my best friends who understand me and stay with me despite my disability.

I know you are questioning why I said the world is cruel and why I keep telling the people of this world is lack empathy? Well, people don't care when they saw someone abusing their peers. Some people judge easily because of your appearance. Others keep on using your past against you. They are taking advantage of their peer's vulnerability. Kinda ironic because everyone wanted to go to heaven but no one wants to die, we don't even deserve the immortality we will going to have. We are too cruel to have it, we are too selfish to gain it.

We are imperfect beings, a masterpiece that is only meant to do two things: good deeds and bad deeds. Others are meant to maintain the beauty and purity of the planet, while the remaining half are meant to ruin everything. By all means of ruining everything, I meant from the people to all the good deeds the good ones ever done. Something that can easily tamper by just doing horrible things you can ever imagine.

Something that only devils can do, maybe we are the devils the holy people talking about or we could be the Nephilim's we been dreaming to see. All the creatures you can think of in myths, biblical and scientific proven were just right here, right on this planet. Inhabited by humans who are powerful and intelligent enough to obliterate everything, not even a pile of dust is present. 

Humans are just so special, we are crafted by the hands of a divine being, from the mud in the garden of Eden, the paradise that is supposed to be inhabited by us. The only land that we can claim as ours. The purified breath from our creator who became our soul to complete us. Such an ugly truth to accept that, sometimes too many gifts and knowledge are bad not only for you but also for all of the living organisms inhabiting this world.

The only thing I love for living in this world is, having my brother by my side, my two idiotic friends who always got my back. And of course the voice of William who somehow managed his way to make my day brighter, by just listening to his voice alone. I feel that he was right there beside me hugging and whispering in my ears, everything will turn okay just don't let it get inside your head, he won't judge me because he is not in my position. Even I had experienced lots of crap, his voice alone can magically take away every single trace of the hell day I had.

It's miserable to have loads of crap on your back, the greatest nightmare you can think of is, not being able to control the wild thoughts you have there inside your head. In tiny little space, we got there mostly contained by inhuman thoughts, slowly destroying the tiny amount of humanity we had. They said disorders destroy the person, but they don't even realize disorders wouldn't be there if a person is living in a peaceful environment.

It's the people surrounding us are the ones who destroy our whole being, they are the ones we should blame here, not us, nor the disorders. Blame the people who turned you that way, is not even your fault that you are too sensitive, it's the people's job to be more empathetic and observant most of the time in their surroundings. They simply want us to disappear from this planet, what else will be their reason to make you feel this way?.

The world is like a stage, every stage play had a leader who had enough power to make us their own puppets. Speaking fluttering words just to get in our good sides, manipulating and controlling us little by little using their upbeat and borrow intelligence from the people behind their success. You don't even need to go to a theater just to see some good movie, it's just your life written on a piece of paper, played by your favorite actor who is good at masking, whitewashed by people who are gifted with creative minds. It might be less or a lot sh*t*i*r than what you have. But yeah, it was still your life on the screen and laugh about by fools who are blinded by entertainers.