Soundless. Noiseless. This is my life now. By some horrific accident the world decided to make me death and mute but chose to give me a gift. Not out of hard work or determination but out of sympathy. Sympathise the poor, that's what this society does these days. But not to enhance the human mind in a terrible car accident. I never chose any of this.
To doctors I'm crazy. Therapists, depressed. But to invade the human mind I'm neither. I'm a monster. The human mind is a private thing and you don't want a 22 year old man reading through your deepest thoughts and emotions. I consider myself an abomination of the human race. Could I even say I was human I'm technically a devil in disguise.
One car crash and I end up alone. One night out of thousands and I had to be the one picking up a group of drunk friends.
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Soundless Monster
Short StoryDeath? Mute? Telepath? Three awkward things to be in life yet I'm still here for some reason. I am incapable of love, incapable of human interaction. This is my life.
