Tangled Voice 소설 & 이야기

It was full of rage, hurt, and regret. Bigla akong napahawak sa aking tainga upang takpan ito. The voice is making me mad and irritate. Stop. Stop talking! The voice is so rough that I can’t even identify if the owner was a man or a woman. It was genderless. My head is spinning, from her cry and loud voice it’s making me crazy. I tried to cover my ears, but it isn’t working. As I tried to put my index finger in the earhole, my finger felt something wet.

Sentences tangle. I find myself reading the same paragraph three times without absorbing it. “Pathetic,” I mutter under my breath. It’s not like me. Not here. Not when deals hang in the balance. But there’s a ghost in my head, haunting me with wide eyes and trembling lips. Her soothing voice hits me all over again, like she’s whispering them into my ear right now. Low. Unsteady. Vulnerable in a way that made my blood heat and my gut twist.

I never thought I’d find him here, of all places. “Dude, are you alright?” he asked, and I felt as if I’d disassociated. That voice…it sounded wrong coming out of his throat. What happened to his low, melodious voice? Why did he sound like he’d been chewing on gravel and smoking a pack of cigarettes a day?! “Are you fucking crying? Did you hit your head or something? I could swear you didn’t fall that hard, I mean, look at you and look at me!” The same rambling habit, even if the voice was all wrong. The same incredulous expression on his older face. The way his brows furrowed, and how there was concern evident on them, even if he was trying to sound flippant.

* A moment later, "Ready?" Scarlett asked, to which I nodded my head. I didn’t know how exactly this thing worked because this was the first time I was going through it. I knew there were a lot of people who trusted me, while others couldn’t deny what they saw. She placed her index finger on my head before chanting the spell that I couldn’t understand. My memories started replaying when Griffin knocked at the door, showing that he wanted to go inside. "I can’t take you inside. You can’t emotionally blackmail me,

he said, he was no longer laughing and his voice sounded so intense, more than it has ever done. "I am crazily attracted to you, do you know how hard it is not to want to kiss you and do more than just kiss you, God dammit Claire aren't you aware you drive me crazy. But I recognize what we have is different and I don't want you to be like any other girl I see and want to just sleep with her and leave." He whispered silently to my ears, I could feel his hot breath on my neck and there was something about his voice that sounded hoarse, he was trying hard to not reach forward to me. But I played it hard for him and I tilted my head forward and there was almost no space between us, it was either

I can do it when the occasion calls you to know, I said sourly to my diva. Tap. Tap. Tap. ‘Excuse me’, called someone with a voice that is the opposite of the polite word they are using. I looked at the sound of her voice and registered a beautiful face that is etched with the arrogance that only rich people can acquire. ‘For fuck’s sake, are you dumb, bitch?’, She said nastily.

I noticed that the tendril linking it to Thane had moved, and I suddenly lunged towards him, kneeling beside him and shaking him by the shoulders. "Thane?" I whimpered softly, and he stirred, mumbling something incoherent as I turned him over. "Your fear is delicious even now," that grating voice said inside my mind again, "It will be absolutely ambrosial by the time I am done punishing you for your vile, arrogant insolence." As I looked around, I noticed others equally discomforted by the voice as it spoke, and realised we were all likely hearing the same.

Couldn’t even unlock it properly. The car’s voice assistant pinged. “Call anyone,” I whispered, voice shaking. It responded in some garbled nonsense, like it didn’t understand English anymore. “Call… asshole.” My voice broke on the word. It rang. Please pick up. Please. The line connected. Silence.

“You have the nerve calling me after all these years. How did you even get my number?” “Quiet little tart…” she interrupted me in her characteristically harsh tone which made me cringe a little. Somehow, the voice that shook the seven-year-old me was still shaking up the teenager that had emerged. “I see you have grown old enough to speak to me in such an insulting manner. But I'm going to be out to clip your wings soon…” “What…?” I was shivering in fright, as I heard those words as they left the phone to my ears which were ever responsive to that voice that voiced the abuse of my youth. “What do you mean by that?”