CAN ANYBODY HEAR ME!?

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Harold knew something was off as soon as he woke up. Everything he seemed to do seemed to be quieter than usual. So he ran downstairs and looked around for things to try and make some noise. He grabbed a few pots and banged them together. Soon after he did this he felt instantly stupid because his dad woke up on the couch and said, “What are you doing, it’s 4 in the morning?”

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to-”

He was cut off by “Well you gonna say somethin?” the dad said confused.

“I am. What are you ta-” 

“Just go to bed, you weirdo.” He was cut off again. At this point, he just went back to bed. As he laid in the bed he thought to himself,  “that was weird. It was almost as if he couldn’t hear me at all, maybe I’m just tripping.” He looked at his alarm clock it and it felt like only 5 minutes passed after he went to sleep but it was 7:30 am.  So he got up, went to the restroom, and brushed his teeth. As he was brushing his teeth he thought to himself “What was that?” He quickly dismisses that thought and writes it off as just a dream. Then he got dressed and went downstairs.  His dad looked at him as he sat in a chair reading his newspaper. 

“Aye Harold, you good?” He asked.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Harold responded a bit confused. He knew his hair looked bad but not that bad.

“Helloo!? Are you ok?” the dad repeated sounding frustrated.

“YES!” said Harold louder.

“See, I told you we shouldn’t have sent him to the stupid school.” The dad said to Harold’s mom.  “It’s makin’ him into a weirdo just like everyone in that dumb school.’

“Hey, that school is ranked #1 in the state and 10th in the country. It’s very good.” said Harold’s mom. 

“Thanks, mom,” Harold said, feeling a bit better. 

“Just go to school. Stop standing there and saying nothing.”

Harold just walked out the door. As he was making his way to school he was thinking to himself “What’s up with them today. It’s like they can’t hear me at all.” As he is in deep thought he walks out into the street not paying attention. A truck then comes and speeds past him barely missing him. Harold was in pure shock. Then he looked to the right and saw the man in the truck coming out and walking towards him. The man was saying something but Harold couldn’t make out what he was saying. The man finally got close enough so he could hear him. The man was yelling “WHAT’S WRONG WITH YOU? DO YOU NOT LIKE TO LOOK BOTH WAYS BEFORE YOU CROSS A STREET?” 

Harold looked at the man’s face and saw that it was as red as a tomato. 

“I apologize I didn’t see you.” The man just kept yelling at him like he didn’t hear him at all.

“DID YOU EVEN HEAR ME!!?” The man getting angrier.

“YES, I HEAR YOU. DO YOU HEAR ME!?” Harold screamed trying to get the message across. The man just turned around and got back in the truck and drove away without making a single sound. Even the truck door was silent. Harold was at the peak of his confusion, getting angry. He started running around yelling at the top of his lungs at everyone that passed him. None of them had any reaction at all. It was like nobody could see nor hear him. So, he ran back home. He burst into the large brown door and yelled “CAN ANYBODY HEAR ME!!??” He cried out, weeping and he was met with that familiar silence of not being heard. 

“So I am dead,” he said, letting out a light chuckle. He then faded into a pit of nothingness looking as though he were defeated.