I Heard It Too Novels & Stories

"I mean this too." * * *

I had heard him say, and no more. …

“I hate you.” I hate me too.

Then, I heard it— A low, guttural snarl. And it was close.

But I swear I can still hear it. Beep.

That night, she shredded my bunny plush. ... [August 10, 2024. I'm sick—can't sleep every day. My heart races and my head throbs. The doctor said I was too stressed. "You can tell me if something's bothering you. Don't worry, kid. Depression can be treated. Just relax and enjoy life."] [I opened my mouth but said nothing.] ...

There seems to be something odd here, "Could you repeat what you said again? I didn't hear it." ***

My eyes widened, I didn't hear that well. "I'm where!?"

“I hear it.” “This way.”

Before I could respond, I heard an all-too-familiar voice. “I finally found you!”