“You’re a monster! When will you stop blaming me? You did it, with your hands, with your anger, with your lack of self-control. You, not me.” said a voice.
A boy named Lumin sat beneath the generous cover of the crimson rowan tree. It rested atop a hill so high you could see the Luminous [tall structure] a thousand miles away. The harsh and accusatory ‘voice’ inside his mind was called Twi. The boy and the voice had quarrelled for 24 years, and there was no perceivable way that they would ever get along.
The boy lowered his eyes and fidgeted with his tiny fingers.
“I…” said Lumin solemnly
Lumin was struck with many contrasting thoughts, some agreeing, some objecting to what Twi had suggested. Though he didn’t say a word, he only frowned and tore a small red leaf into multiple pieces.
“That’s it?” Twi uttered, “Some narrow little eyebrows? Hm…”
“What are you thinking about?” Lumin muttered in response
Lumin couldn’t help but blurt out his question. He was often curious and couldn’t stand it when he had no idea what people were thinking. He got the feeling that he must prepare himself for anything before hearing Twi speak again. To Lumin, his presence was suffocating, claustrophobic even. He held back his anger, as he knew it would do nothing in this situation, as Twi wasn’t physical, just a voice inside himself – he couldn’t hurt him or make him shut up, no matter what. So he put up with it for the rest of the hours in the day until he was tired enough to sleep, just as he always did.
In the following hours, the voice chattered on and on until it eventually hit a very high note and woke Lumin.
“I’LL SAY IT AGAIN!”
Lumin awakened groggily, rubbing his eyes.
“Perhaps a little less harsh… so you can take in my infinite wisdom smoothly?”
“You’ve been quite horrible, but you’re not a wyvern, a monster, whatever you want to call it. Those sorts of things, the big nasties. At least physically, I mean you don’t have skin as coarse as a wyvern’s and slimy and revolting as a snake. Yet, inside, you are. People just don’t see it! And… they need to be careful! Lumin is dangerous – yes, he’s a big nasty. Y’know why? Because he doesn’t listen to me enough. Instead he listens to that embarassingly empathetic man down by Warwick Bridge! Daft, daft daft! That’s what you are. Why talk to these sorts of people? You know they’re just talking with you in order to fill some sort of virtuous purpose. A purpose they only chase because they desperately want to show off their ‘goodness’ to those around them. Fake! Unlike I, for I tell ya straight! Unfiltered, no nonsense! Y’know…”
When Twi finished talking, which took a while, mind you, Lumin noticed the newfound silence and began to weep. The wind from the west blew a few leaves off the good old’ Rowan tree he lay beneath and shot a chilly shiver down his back. He snatched one of the leaves and held it securely within his hand, protecting it like a friend. Loneliness crept in. Feelings similar to the chilly breeze clung around him like film. He was cold, and now his entire being was too.
After a few moments of sweet, sweet solitary peace, Twi crept back from wherever he had receded to. The boy certainly wasn’t ready; he was getting quite comfortable with the silence.
All the thoughts of the voice came back, clouding and choking the boy’s peaceful respite.
“Just went to the shop for some milk and poe-tatties. Rest assured, for I am back!” the voice pleasantly announced
“Oh.” muttered Lumin.
“Oh, oh, o, capital ‘O’! Why don’t you find me funny eh? I mean… I can’t go to the shop, I’m in your head, pretty funny right?”
“It is a good joke and I found it funny, I really did. I’m sorry I didn’t laugh. I’m just not in the mood.” huffed Lumin
“Ah… because I’m back…Okay, okay, okay. You know what? Let’s do a wee flip!” suggested Twi. “I need some excitement, so I’ll be strange for a change… put myself in an uncomfortable place I’m not used to. Don’t ask why! Just go with it.”
Two days before, Twi had paid attention to a conversation between Lumin and the man down by Warwick Bridge. He was too proud to admit he had listened to them the whole time, so he didn’t mention a peep of it to Lumin.
At present, a slight twinge of light lay inside the heart of the voice. The conversation two days ago had kindled this light.