Finally, I can hear the voices clearly. You never realize how noisy the world is until you’re comforted with beautiful silence.

Who shall speak to me today?

Tiffany? A voice so faint that it could be a whisper. The last time I heard her she was singing me to sleep the day of my mother’s funeral. I remember desperately trying to find her for comfort. I tried everything but noise cancelling headphones only go so far. It’ll be nice to hear from Tiffany again.

Maybe if I close my eyes…

A faint scream fills the room.

“hi Marcus, still falling?”

Marcus’s voice is an echo, he’s been falling for years. I respond to the echos of his screams from the abyss. The last time I got angry I could hear his echo “you should slap the shit outta him.”

I have no clue who they are or why they chose me, but I can provide them with a home in me and in return, I feel less alone.

There’s an excitement in the air, I think a new voice is coming in. The other voices are screaming in unison. I have to bang my head to shut them up.

I can hear the desperation in the new voice as it’s reaching out. I have to press my head against the walls to hear it clearly.

It’s suddenly quiet.

All I can hear is a hum. It’ll probably take a while for this new voice -Beth- to get comfortable with me.

Luckily, I have the time.