Mengapa Telinga Seperti Ada Suara Gemuruh の小説・ストーリー

I try to tell them I can’t understand them, but my voice is drowned out by theirs. I try to find Maia in my mind, but if she is there, I can’t hear her voice over the cacophony in my head. It’s overwhelming and it never stops. I bend down, covering my ears with my hands, trying to lessen the sounds, but it doesn’t help.

The water wasn't enough to chill the warmth burning in my chest, but it had slowled down my thoughts a little. I stared at myself for a very long time, as tear drops fell from my chin and my breathing began to slow down. Then a loud sound wave cut through the air while I was still staring at myself in the mirror. At first I thought I was hearing things and then it got louder. I paused as I, listened. The sound was violent, and sounded like though big metal machines were suddenly coming to life.

The one with the messed up eye and the voice that sounds like gravel. He hits walls when he’s mad. I don’t want him mad again. So I didn’t scream. I sat still and quiet. And waited. ✧✦✧✦✧✦✧✦✧✦✧✦✧✦✧✦✧✦✧✦✧✧✦✧ The buzzing got worse when I moved too fast. So I don’t anymore. But sometimes it builds up too big, and my fingers tweak or my breath comes out in huffs. And that’s when strange things happen.

The sound is growing heavier. I try not to give any attention to that act what I am doing but nope, this fucking noise is just getting rowdy. I settle the cushion over my head to cut off the echo from wherever that is showing up. With my two hands, I put pressure around my ears over the cushion in order to kill the vibration. It still doesn’t work. “Fuck it.” I get up from the bed and sit down in the midst of the bed. Because of my hasty movement, I lose my balance and almost fall down on the bed again. I hold my skull with two of my hands and scream. The thumping noise that feels as if a hammer was striking some metal material is nowhere but in my head.

Lucas was silent beside me, his hand small in mine, and I could feel him dragging his feet slightly. “Daddy?” Lucas said suddenly, his voice strange. “Yeah?” “My ears are ringing a little,” he said, tilting his head to the side. “It feels weird.” I glanced down at him. He was rubbing at his left ear with his free hand, his face scrunched up. “Weird how?” “Just…ringing. And kind of fuzzy. Like when we went on the plane that one time.” I squeezed his hand. “It’s probably just from all the excitement. You got lost, you were scared, then you saw—” I stopped myself. “It’s been a stressful day. Your body does weird things when you’re stressed.”

Fred was also committed to listening to what Elide had to say, so he continually visited her on the days when the police tried to interrogate her. Meanwhile, my health improved, at least, on the one hand. Around two weeks before, I started to feel tired and with a ringing in my ear that didn't pass at all. I visited medical specialists, and everyone said the same thing: that it was probably something emotional, that there were no infections and no reasons for me to get so upset with that strange sound inside a single ear. The point is that I barely slept at night, and in the morning, I woke up very early to train with Elijah and Moura.

one of his co-workers called him and he gave me a last look just to check if I was okay and he walked away. I slowly walk while blocking the static even though I don’t know how to block it because it is getting louder and louder, making my ears irritated and I feel like my brain will explode. I can hear ambulances, prayers, cries, and agonies too. Which is I don’t know from where and why can I hear them? I went to the corner away from the people to ease the noise and at the same time the static that I can hear. I sat on the ground took a deep breath and closed my eyes, while I was still trying to block the static and the noise that irritates me. Maybe this is the effect of walking for long u

Deep gurgling that sounded like rumbling thunder could be heard echoing from the swamp. It was weird and also sounded like a clogged water source. Any of those phrases didn’t sit well at all to those who heard it, and even a bit horrible to some people who knew well where that comes from. “Why are they growling loudly like that, Chief?” a young man asked the elderly beside him as the both of them looked north.

I try to tell them I can’t understand them, but my voice is drowned out by theirs. I try to find Maia in my mind, but if she is there, I can’t hear her voice over the cacophony in my head. It’s overwhelming and it never stops. I bend down, covering my ears with my hands, trying to lessen the sounds, but it doesn’t help.

My legs wobble as my heart stutters. Distinct noise fills my ears. Where does that noise come from? I press my hand to my ears, trying to shut them out but I can’t. The noise worsens even as I place my hands on my ears. Why am I the only one hearing the noise? I ask myself inwardly as Nadia continues her endless tirade. Suddenly, I feel warm liquid trickling out of my ear. Grabbing it, I watch the red liquid that coats the pad of my finger. Apparently, Nadia’s too busy talking to notice what I’m seeing.