Mengapa Telinga Seperti Ada Suara Gemuruh Novels & Stories

LIA The tremors running through the floorboards make every thud from the floor below vibrate through me. My heart hammers like a wild horse against my ribs, and each gunshot causes my breath to hitch, making me jump at every sound. At some point, I cover my ears with my hands when I can't take the loud, jarring sounds anymore, but it doesn't stop the chaos from drumming loudly in my ears.

It feels like whatever that awakens inside me is burning all those energies quickly inside my body and rapidly draining me. "Is there something wrong? You've been staring at me the whole time," I curiously ask Clarren. Then something weird happened, I've been hearing whispers of people from different locations, the noises of the utensils from the kitchen, even the laughter of the children playing in the corridor, dripping from a leaky utility sink faucet, sounds of traffic, a horn honking, and an engine revving. The sound is getting louder and louder. These noises are piercing in my ears almost deafening me.

I glance down briefly at the solid gray surface. Linoleum? Well, whatever it’s made out of, it’s friggin bleeding through my socks. Someone’s phone rings, blasting some rendition of Zombie that’s quite unpleasant. My lips pucker in distaste as I seek out the source of the ear rape that I’m currently suffering. Too many people and too many sources of noise. I glance behind me as I wiggle my toes, hoping that movement will warm my feet up just the tiniest bit. My breath catches in my throat.

They are scared of me? “ Briella, it’s going to be okay.” I heard echo through my head “ betrayal is normal in our world.” The voice said again “ you need to breathe” the voice got softer as it spoke more till i couldn’t hear it over the ringing “ Breathe Briella” I told myself over and over trying to listen. Dropping to my knees I put my head on the floor still covering my ears and tried to do what the voice said. Taking in deep breaths over and over till the ringing slowly started to go away. I could hear my heart racing in my chest and a hand touch my back. Slowly the ringing went away. I stayed just like that till it completely stopped. Did I just keep myself from exploding? Why was my e

I closed up my laptop and leaned back in my chair as I rubbed my eyes. Just then, I heard a loud screech like nails on a chalkboard. I crouched down, falling to the floor, and I used my hands to cover my ears and shut my eyes tightly. I cursed under my breath. The sound was definitely far away, but how is it affecting me and where is it?

I tried to scream, but no sound came out, just a ragged, broken breath. Voices. Low, urgent, blending together in a way that made it impossible to tell who they belonged to. They pulled at something familiar, like names I should know, but my brain couldn't piece them together. The sounds wavered, slipping in and out like they were coming from underwater. I tried to call out and make some sound that would let them know I was still there, but all that came out was a weak, broken breath. The noise faded again, replaced by the steady thud of my heartbeat pounding in my ears.

Why did I bring this again? In frustration, I groaned and kept it away. Out of boredom, I laid back in bed, threw the duvet over my head and went back to sleep. The weirdest thing was that strange noise I kept hearing at the back of my head, I had no idea where it was coming from or what it meant. I heard it last night before bed, I'm hearing it again. What's going on?

The keys fell out of her hand. The sound of them hitting the tile was too loud. Everything was too loud. The hum of the refrigerator was a roar. The blood in her own ears was a tide. She could hear water moving through pipes in the wall and someone laughing in the apartment one floor up and the small mechanical click of the heating vent above her head, all of it at once, none of it where it should be. “Lila,” she said. Her voice didn’t come out right.

I opened my ears and yawned. Heck, where was I? The North Pole? Was it this cold? I sat up and wrapped the wool blanket around me even more. I blinked the sleep off my eyes and listened. That sound wasn't a ringing per se. It was a form of banging that resulted into a prolonged ringing. Something was banging against something big. Something metal.

It seems like reality has been quieted, I literally can't hear anything, not even my own breathing. "It's an anxiety attack," says my inner gathering, trying to clear up the absence of sound introduced by my eardrums. I'm going to agree with him when there's something out of nowhere, a commotion... no. It's something different, something I can't comprehend or perceive, yet that somehow makes me start running towards the pools.