She didn't really know when it had all started.
Maybe she should have, considering how weird and life-changing the whole thing was. Maybe it had always been there, at the back of her mind, and she never had payed it much attention because she was a child. Maybe it started out of the blue, but she liked to be logical, and she would have loved to have a proper reason as to why it had happened. She hadn't hit her head, hadn't been in an accident, hadn't started having her period until a few years later. There was seemingly no trigger to the whole phenomenon and it, quite frankly, pissed her off greatly.
When offered with a choice, people often chose her condition as a super power they'd like to have. They wouldn't if they knew what kind of hell it was to live every day, hearing absolutely everything, every little fleeting thought and dark secret, every pondering and every life decision. Hearing people judge each other while smiling big and complimenting when they didn't think a penny of it. Hearing people tearing themselves apart while smiling big to hide how frayed they really were. Hearing people say "no" when their mouth said "yes" and hearing "I hate you" when their mouth said "I love you" and hearing "I want to go to my lover" when their mouth said "I'll be home later tonight". It teared people apart and it teared her apart even more because that was what she heard everyday.
She'd lost what little faith she might have had in humanity long ago. How sad it was, for a seventeen year old, to be fed up with life so early on. How sad it was that she felt empty. How sad it was that even with everything she heard, she was more scared of being alone with her thoughts than out with other's.
Poor little Maya Evans, how sad it was that she felt like killing herself was the only solution.