Deaf

She didn’t know how long she could take it. The constant squealing and screeching pierced inside her ears and rattled around in her brain. There wasn’t anything she could do. Nothing rational at least. After all, is there anything rational about ripping your own ears off just because of someones annoying laugher? All day long she heard it. In the classroom, in the hallways, in the bathroom and even through the walls in her room. Just like a metronome tick to and fro or the ticking of a clock, it was a noise that would drive even the most sane, slightly mad. It was her destruction and there was no escaping it.

As she looked into the mirror and took in the deep shadows under her eyes from loosing sleep, her sickly pale face and her dull and lifeless eyes, she knew she had no other choice. She walked into class like any other day. She sat down in her seat like any other day. Her classmates settled down around her. The clock ticked and ticked and ticked. And then the laugher. She pulled out her pistol and it went BANG, BANG. Screams rang out as the blood ran down. Tears of red on many faces. And of course, the brain matter that now painted the white walls. She waited, waited for the blissful silence to wash over her like a breath of fresh air. She waited and waited, calmly sat next to the cooling corpse slumped next to her. But it never came. She could still hear the laugher. It wasn’t ever going to stop. So she did the most rational thing she could think of. She put the gun to her head and pulled the trigger Yet the laugher never stopped. After all, how could a deaf girl hear laugher in the first place?

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