Opposites really do attract

Chapter 1

The angry violent trees tossed and turned in the distance creating a new way of nausea. Even though it is quite a while before the storm makes its way over here in the part of the county, nothing is stopping the pain awaiting me. I fished out my phone from my bag lying in the warm car. I was parked near a gas station. I was getting a specific type of headphones that my therapist had told me to get. I think it was called high-fidelity headphones.

I stared at the lock screen for a few seconds and finally decided to unlock it. I opened up Spotify and began scrolling through playlist choices I could choose from. I need one where I can be kept at peace but at the same time not fall asleep. After 5 minutes or so I picked a suitable playlist and popped in the non-wireless ear pods opened the front car door and exited the small, dimmed space.

My name is Jada Stone. I am just a semi-regular 17-year-old girl. Of course, I have some flaws, but this one. This one is different. I have Auditory Tactile Synesthesia. It is a form of synesthesia that means that any given sounds that you hear will make you feel touch-based sensations. You can say that it is like an ASMR but it's also not at the same time. ASMR is filled with calming positivity and gentle sensations. In Auditory Tactile Synesthesia, you feel both the good and the bad. Ideally, once you hear this term, you start to question what the heck it is. It's a rare form so not that many people are born with it. Popular forms that you might know are Colored hearing, Chromesthesia, and Spatial sequence. This is not and happy ASMR that you will enjoy.

"Jada sweetie, may you pass me the orange juice please?" My mom asked in a soft tone, trying not to set off my synesthesia.

Ever since I've been diagnosed with this neurological condition, my mom has told my younger sister Jamie to speak with soft time when she is anywhere near me.

"Mom, there's no need to speak quietly anymore. I got new headphones and its noise canceling. So, there's nothing to worry about." I said standing up to pour her a cup of juice before kissing her on her forehead and sitting down.

"Sorry, Hun. It's just because I'm worried that something might go wrong. You know, you might get it wet, and it will ruin the sound and not work anymore. I'm just trying to protect you." She said setting down her napkin on her lap.

As a single divorced parent, my mom has raised both me and my sister for 7 years on her own. In effect of that she has to work double shifts to take care of us and do the things she needs to do. Jamie only spent her first year with Dad before the split. So, she barely has any memories of him. But to keep her up to date with him, we told her stories and pictures of him that we found that were reasonable to tell. We never really saw any lashback from her but that's probably because I was around, and it set me off. I know that she cries when she is alone in her room. I hear her and I feel her. I always feel my nose burning. That is how I know she's crying. But of course,

I don't say anything.

And I never do.