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He kept rambling on and on about something I couldn’t give less of a shit about. And even if I did, he spoke to me as if I had the intelligence of a brain dead toddler. As if I couldn’t understand the most simplest string of words  put together. A phrase so common that everyone in the entire universe understands it. Like I was absolutely nothing. He spoke to me like my value was nothing. 

I tuned his words out with the patience I had left, and it was running thin. But he just wouldn’t stop talking. It’s like his voice got louder and louder the more I tried to ignore it. He was inside my head pounding at the walls trying to get me to listen. I heard my own heart beat thumping in my ear drums, and my hands clenched so hard they ached. One into a fist and the other around an object so small but so powerful. I felt the entire world in my right hand. 

It was screeching at this point, my ears were bleeding. It wasn’t actually screeching, or doing anything of the sort. Not even remotely close. But it’s voice was so god damn annoying to keep listening to it was like my brain could burst inside of my head at any given moment. I brought up the gun and shot that fucker in the head. My body physically couldn’t handle it anymore. I’ve given up all sympathy for any sort of reason, and that loud obnoxious ringing left my head and made its way into my limbs. Where my head felt lighter now, my brain less crowded, his was scattered on that pavement we both once stood on. I’m glad he’s gone, but something tells me as time goes on I’ll miss that pounding and screeching. I’ll miss it as if it did nothing but hold me and keep me warm, knowing it did anything but.