whispers

there once was this little boy who was loud, and goofy. a little boy who loved to talk. and when he talked people could hear him the first time he said something, never needing to say, "i'm sorry, what? i couldn't hear you. you really are a soft talker." then one day a girl asked him why he talked like a girl. and on another day his voice was mistaken for that of the openly gay boy at school. and he was confused. and he was scared. did he really sound like that too when he talked?

from that day on the little boy was afraid to answer the phone. standing by it wanting to cry for fear of someone hearing his voice. he only waved at video cameras,never talking. he refused to let his voice be on the answering machine at home. he wouldn't even leave messages on other's machines. he grew to loathe the sound of his own voice. he stopped raising his hand in class. he prayed again, this time for the powers of invisibility. he locked who he was deep inside, hiding from everyone and everything. to this day he only speaks in a voice that's slightly above a whisper.