MasukBeing a mute used to be simple before all the craziness started. I just can't talk and that's who I am. Mum has learned to accept that and I guess so have I. Everything was just fine in my high school in Shanghai. I had finally made it to year twelve and even though I was in China, I was actually being treated as a human being despite my disability. Things were definitely not perfect but I would give anything to go back to that, like it was before. I heard my first voice that year, right at the beginning of year 12. I didn’t really have any real friends, but I was used to it and before the voices started, I was fine with that. But it all changed when I first heard them. The voices inside their heads started then and my life was never the same. They weren't just thinking about school or they girls or guys they were into, no they were thinking about doing things, doing horrible things to each other and I was the only one that knew how messed up they really were.
Lihat lebih banyakI woke up to find a stack of books on my bedside. They were all about meditation so I opened one up to find sticky notes stuck in between chapters. I had been writing about meditation too, there was a notebook filled with notes on Buddhism and meditation but I couldn't remember writing it.So I started reading and couldn't stop. I read about spiritual, mindfulness and transendental meditation. I opened up my laptop and found that my YouTube account was filled with meditation videos and Buddhist stuff. So I started watching them. I watched them all day and continued this the following day. I read the books on my bedside and started meditation in on my bed. Soon I was writing more notes and taking less medication.I went on like this for months, meditating and studying Buddhism. I started to feel more relaxed and stopped taking my medication. I meditated every day and soon Mum was smiling at me when I ate dinner.She said, 'Wow, I'm really please
After that, I became clearer and focused. The consequences were really bad but there was no stopping me. I couldn't go on hearing those voices so I had to do something about it. I had to punish them all. They were all sick, crazy, or just plain evil so they needed to stop, I thought I was doing the right thing. I thought I was special and was given this gift for a reason. I had to get myself together first, prove to Mum I could go back to school, and not freak out. I started eating better again and I even exercised in the mornings. I did sit-ups and push-ups, right outside Mum's bedroom, so she could hear of course. After a few weeks, I was improving and on my way to starting my grand plan.Mum even told me, 'Wow, you are looking much healthier, I'm so proud of you for taking care of yourself!'I just nodded and continued my self-improvement act, just to get permission back to school.Later she told me, 'Now, we can't have something like that happeni
The number man was the last voice I listened to before I took action. He was too much like me to ignore. He was arrested, the police came to our school and picked him up without too much resistance. After that, I put my plan in order. My plan to stop the voices and punish them for all their evil ways. I wasn't going to rush into it, I planned everything way better than all those crazy voices in my head. Though the number man was the worst of them all. He made it all clear.Before I start, I must warn you of my compulsive writing. My narrative will inevitably be interrupted by memorized mathematical equations, mostly of a trigonometric and algebraic nature. In fact, sometimes I just can’t stop writing numbers. Some people think being a genius is a blessing; in my case, it has been a curse and a sickness that drove me insane. A genius requires constant challenges and must maintain concentration at all times to stay stimulated. I became obsessed
Now, I knew about peer pressure at school, but the next voice that entered my head took it to another level. The things his friends did to him made me take action, finally. I was hooked on his thoughts because of my interest in Kung-fu. But that wasn't Kung-fu at all, that was just violence. His voice spoke to me and said:Everyone at school thought the Kung-fu Gang was a complete joke. Kids usually laughed as they walked past with their matching white headbands on. There were Chinese characters written on the middle of their headbands, I knew what they meant: Kung-fu! I thought they were so cool, but no one else did. The other kids often called them “Kung-fu Freaks” when they weren’t around. Theywere always together, and it seemed that whenever they passed me that they were walking in slow motion.The five-member gang didn’t care about popularity. They were way too focused to let anything that unimpor
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