Bad things can happen if your nosy. I learned that the hard way. I heard a door slam, and had gotten up to investigate. Mother and her boyfriend, and another blonde man, who I now know is my father, were in some kind of confrontation. The boyfriend was on the ground, unmoving. Mother handed father a letter, and dad nodded in understanding, patting her lovingly. It was actually rather damaging, the man on the floor, knowing they knew something I didn't know. Mother was unhappily surprise seeing me there, watching. They told me I didn't see, hear, I won't say anything.
So I didn't. I didn't see anything, nothing. I heard nothing, I'll never tell a soul what I know is the truth. Even though I heard it, saw it, it doesn't matter.
'Cause guess what?
I'm deaf, dumb, and blind now.
Not that it matters. I'll have my dreams. My wonderful, music-filled, vibration dreams. There's a man there. Teaching me, leading me. Helping me. Dressed in a silver tunic, or gown I guess, with a long, blonde beard down to his feet. As long as I have him, I'll become wise.
So no, life doesn't suck at the moment. You heard me say all this, and I'm only ten.
Twenty-one is gonna be a good year.
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After a fairly long car ride, Mother led me into a place with what I suspected was tile floors. It smelled familiar, like a hospital. I think I was born here. Someone flashed something in my eyes, I can sense light differences. A few thing were stuck in my ears, someone opened my mouth and poked the inside of my cheeks. What am I, a lab rat? No. Probably a kid who's parents are getting his disabilities checked.
After the hospital's poking and prodding, I was lead down a sidewalk or something. We stopped suddenly, and I was surrounded by a familiar vibration.
Music.
It was menacing, flamboyant. My mother pulled me along, sliding me into the car, cutting off the music vibrations.
My father came by a little later. The car jerked to a start, and hopefully heading home. The air was awfully cold. It must be close to Christmas.
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What day is it? I can't tell. The air's warm, and people keep patting me, stuff like that, so a lot of company's over. A holiday, maybe Christmas.
Small wet drops hit my shoulder, someone crying. Why? I want everyone happy. I'm frightened, but I can't change my status as deaf, dumb, and blind.
See me.
Feel me.
Touch me.
Heal me.
Who was singing that? Was it…me? My symphony…
Come on the Amazing Journey, learn all you should know.