Freedom is Such a Beautiful Gift

Beep, beep, beep, beep…

Ugh the never-ending beeping. When was it going to stop? Hmm…where am I anyway? Maybe I should open my eyes to find out.

So I peeked out to be at first blinded by the fluorescent lights. “Ow,” I mumbled. When I got a better look I saw Seth grinning ear to ear. “Oh, it’s you,” I groaned.

“You’re alive!”
“Way to point the obvious.” I tried sitting up, but a bout of dizziness struck me and I fell back down, “Wha-what happened to me?”

“A huge chunk of rubble hit your head. They thought they couldn’t save you, due to all the ‘brain damage’. But it only injured one part of your brain.” He continued grinning.

“How is this happy news?” I was really pissy right now.
“Well guess what it has injured?” I racked my brain for possibilities. Then I noticed how it was silent in my head. Silent except for the sound of my own thoughts.

“Oh my God, I can’t read minds anymore.”

Finally that weight has been lifted off my chest. I no longer can read minds.

Such freedom.

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