Echoes of Power
The voices in my head
Since I was a little boy I’ve been hearing these voices in my head. Well, actually, this one voice though I haven’t told that to anybody, not even the doctors who tried to understand what was happening to me. They couldn’t explain why I was hearing voices, I had no apparent mental disorder, no physiological condition that could induce it and I came out totally sane and healthy from any of their tests. They could only conclude that I was fine, that whatever I said had happened to me was simply the produce of my imagination.
What they don’t know, what I never admitted to them, was that there only was this one voice. A deep and low voice, whispering unintelligible words in my mind from time to time. I didn’t understand what it said and I didn’t know if it was real or if it was me going crazy. I still don’t. I’ve grown up since then, I’ve become more efficient at hiding my ‘condition’, even my parents believe it has passed. But it hasn’t. It’s still there, coming and going as it pleases.
It’s not evil or commanding, it’s not telling me to do anything. I can’t even understand what it’s saying, despite having tried to compare it to a number of languages. It’s just there, whispering incomprehensible words to me and there is nothing I can do to stop it. I’ve become quite good at ignoring it over the years, most of the time it’s easy, the whisper is so low I have to struggle to hear it. But some times, at rare moments, it gets louder, so loud it feels like my head is going to explode, and then I can’t do anything but grit my teeth and wait for it to pass.
As I’ve become older I’ve come to accept that this strange voice in my head is something that can’t be explained and has no apparent reason for existing. Perhaps it’s my brain slowly going crazy, perhaps it’s something else entirely, the only thing I know is that I can’t explain it. No one can.
But that is not important, you’re not here to listen to me rant about my mind, or at least you shouldn’t be. Yeah, you’re a bit weird if you are. My name is Alexandre Parson, I live in Echo Valley alone with my father and other than that weird mental condition, I’m a perfectly normal teenager. I often hang out with my best friend Bryan, who is a werewolf by the way, and we make the most of life in Echo Valley. What? Does it surprise you? Well it’s the truth, he’s one of those people who turn into a wolf on the nights of full moon, you know, a werewolf.
He isn’t dangerous like those you see in the movies, from what I’ve seen he can control himself, though, if you pay attention, you can see he is slightly different at times. Why? Is that so hard to believe? I’ve known this almost since the beginning, though he doesn’t know I do, and I guess I sorta got used to it… Anyway! We spend a lot of time together, both in and out of school, we’ve been best friends since middle school after all.
So as you can see my life has always been pretty normal. Okay, apart from the voices and my were-friend but other than that it has been, I assure you! Or at least it was until she came along… From then on, things started to change, to get… stranger. But I’m getting ahead of myself, I have to begin at the beginning. Or at least at the time I now consider to be the changing point in all this, our final year of high school. That’s when it all started to go downhill.