Barke
Slumped with my hands in my pockets, I walk out of the city, taking my sweet sweet time. Once I'm in the forest, I lean against a tree, sliding lower down the trunk until I can wrap my arms around my knees and bury my face in them. This is actually kind of comfortable, but would be better if the voices in my head would just shut up.
At least if they were dreams I'd be content. The worst part about being a mind freak is that I never have dreams; the rest of the world is far too loud for that. These people near me are not happy dreamers. In fact, one of them is replaying a nightmare over in her head.
The Zabe guy yells something mentally, and one of the other two people (who still don't know I'm here) shrieks. "Good God! Get a grip, mystery voice!" Was Zabe sending the thought? I couldn't tell.
"So you hear it too!" These guys are acting like it's a huge deal.
The only people who need to get a grip are you two! I send out to them, irritated.
"...That voice was different. Did you hear it?"
"Yeah, I did. What do you think it means?"
"It was me! Good God, calm down please!" I shout, standing up. My fingers are pressed to my temples; these guys are giving me a headache.
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