The Day You Hear My Voice Novels & Stories

"Mom, Dad… If there's a next life, and if I'm ever your son again… Don't lose me this time." My form began dissolving as my vision blurred. As the world slipped away, I heard Mom and Dad's soft, warm voices calling me home. "Bas, dinner's ready!" Taking my hand, Maeve grinned and playfully booped my nose. "You did so well, Bas."

Not unless— Her mind jumped to the resignation email she had ignored that morning. Her grip tightened around the phone. She hesitated for all of one second before calling Mr. Harris. He picked up on the fourth ring. There was noise in the background—television, a child talking, the soft clutter of family life. Through it all, Vivian heard a little voice say, bright and impatient, “Dad, the cartoon’s starting!” There was a muffled response, then footsteps, a door closing, and finally Mr. Harris came back on the line.

I got a call from an unknown number three days after the start of the term. However, I knew who the caller was once they started talking—Shawn. His voice sounded like static to my ears. "That's enough messing around, Evelyn. You got yourself registered and left me standing like an idiot! You're dead meat!" I was stunned. I didn't recall ever saying that I'd bring him to Blackridge. "Are you done? No? Then, I'm hanging up."

Before I lost my senses entirely, I heard his voice from a far. "I can hear them, the whispers in your head...they're loud clear voices in mine. "

Opening my eyes one more time, I saw a sign board which on it was written "Caracas." I had this loud voice of pang in my skull. All I heard were shady whispers and nothing more. I turned over again, with the obvious face of curiosity and confusion, walking from one corner to another. And then suddenly the voice became clear and all it said was "Tempest Day, Tempest Night, Be you worthy, See the light, The Day of trouble, The Day of help, See Ozais and see Life." The pain it inflicted caused me to yell on the open high traffic road, dragging my hair and forcing the vain on my forehead out.

CHASE Today is Saturday, so imagine my surprise when I hear voices and noises. I heard swords and men shouting like they were in a movie or something. Someone was shouting, someone was placing a bet and the other was losing. I could understand their noises and that’s how I knew they were very loud. For a second I thought I was dreaming because the noise seemed like it came from my dreams and I couldn’t tell if I could hear it clearly or not. “What the fuck.” I muttered as I dragged my hand down my face.

Outside, a howl pierces the air the sound is not angry, not wild, just haunting. My name fills the air, just for me to hear, soft and clear. A voice I know by heart. Zane.

The tunnel looked endless as the gloom consumed the light, and the sound turned to pitiful echoes. The memory of Matthew and that fateful day surged forward and made my head throb with its aggression. I could almost feel the bile return, and my muscles twitch and contort again. ‘Be brave.’ The voice returned to me, singing like the seraphim in my ears. It was so clear I turned to look to see where it had come from. But there was no one, only the leaves dancing in the breeze from the wilting trees. Nothing but weeds ever grew here, no matter how hard people tried.

Heard the voice in my head. And waited for morning.

I ignored him and turned up the volume to drown out his pathetic pleas. I shifted into another gear as the engine began to rumble and stepped on the gas. Andra Day's magnetic voice started to come out of the speakers, and I turned it up even louder, listening to her captivating demonstration of strength. I felt her words reach me, giving me the courage to believe that everything would end well and that happiness would await me.