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His voice came through, cracking and static. I stared at Elais as the static filled the line, a chaotic, sickening mixture of hissing and crackling that drowned out any coherent response. The noise seemed to increase in double-folds, and it was maddening—an overwhelming barrage that cringed and felt as though it was choking the hospital room. I moved my ears away from the phone, a ringing following in my ears. It was a tempest of noise—like a radio tuned between sharp, stationary and relentless.

Still aching. That’s when the noises began. The drip from the sink wasn’t just a drip, it was a metallic ping that pierced straight into my skull. Sarah’s soft breathing rasped like sandpaper. Farther down the hall, a man’s snores vibrated through the walls. Three doors away, a phone buzzed once on a wooden desk, and I heard it clear as if it were in my hand. I pressed my palms against my ears, desperate for silence, but it didn’t matter. The sounds weren’t outside anymore. They were inside me, a thousand sharp threads tangling at once. I was a radio stuck between stations, unable to turn the dial.

Knox was asking for the actual content of the experience, which meant he wanted specifics, which meant he had a reason for wanting specifics. "There is a buzzing," I said. "Under my skin. Like something is running just below the surface that doesn't have anywhere to go yet. It's not painful, it's just — constant. I can't ignore it." "What else?" "Sounds," I said. "Everything is too loud. The corridor outside this room sounds like it's right next to my ear. I can hear conversations from two floors down. When Kimberly dropped a mug in the kitchen this morning I felt it in my teeth. It's like someone turned up the volume on everything and I cannot find the dial to turn it back down."

I hear voices around me, but they sound dull and muffled, whispers hushed in the corners of the room intended for me not to hear what they are saying. I lay there keeping as still as possible, wanting to catch what they are saying, but it is like my ears are filled with water, and I cannot hear a damn thing.

I questioned when I suddenly felt a loud ring inside of my head like a bell was being rung so loudly inside of it. I screeched as I placed both hands on both sides of my ears, falling to my knees as I was unable to keep my balance.

The initially calm blue waveform had turned into jagged teeth, as if it were opening its mouth wide. Although there was no sound coming from the headphones, the app felt like it was screaming all the same. I immediately threw my phone on the couch in the living room and returned to the bedroom, hiding under the covers. I had to be hallucinating. It must be because I have been working late recently. I was burned out. I forced myself to close my eyes. In the darkness, my hearing sharpened. The living room was silent. No. There was a sound. Drip, drip.

Whoever invented this sound probably has a side hustle for torturing people in hell. “God, make it stop,” I groan, my voice muffled against the pillow. My head is pounding, no, scratch that it feels like a marching band is stomping its way across my skull, cymbals clashing with every beat. That’s what I get for drinking enough tequila to sink a ship. Whoever said alcohol heals heartache is a liar. The ringing, where is it coming from? The ringing feels like it’s coming from every corner of my apartment.

My lips twitched when I remembered what it means. My med student cousin lectured me about the so called ‘ringing in the ears’ known as tinnitus which sound like blowing, roaring, buzzing, hissing, humming, whistling, or sizzling. The noises heard can be soft or loud. The person may even think they’re hearing air escaping, water running, the inside of a seashell, or musical notes. It can happen when you are over-sensitive to a loud noise. “I have to go,” I cleared my throat and gathered my things then my unfinished milk tea.

Not the end yet, the end of Geuron’s mind-reading power session for everyone. As they both return upstairs, across the dark hallway, and into that room once again, he can almost hear murmurs of thoughts passing through his ears. It was so loud, the murmurs are like buzzing bees that none of the words they are uttering are understandable. Geuron covered his ears as he crouch. “Geuron? What’s the matter?” Therens ask looking at him from below as he should supposed to hold the door knob.

A noise cuts through it. Beep. Then another. Slow. Steady. Wait. I listened for a moment to figure out what the sound was. It feels like my head is too big for the rest of my body. There is a dull, heavy weight behind my eyes that makes it hard to think clearly. I tried to move my hand a little bit to show myself that I can.. My fingers barely moved.