Wylanâs never been heard by someone since his mother was gone.
âI donât want to be disturbed by any noiseâ, always reminded his father. âSo be quiet, unless you are here to read me somethingâ.
Personnel wasnât allowed to talk with him, tutors were paid not for listening, Alys mainly was speaking with herself even when she was speaking to someone, all his answers to fatherâs questions were of no importance because all of them were wrong.
Sometimes it felt like his voiceâs beginning to slowly atrophy and it would last until all the things Wylan would be able to say would be only âyesâ, ânoâ, âfatherâ and âsirâ in different combinations.
Rarely he was brave enough to talk back only to see some reaction from his father. It never ended well, but sometimes it looked almost like Wylanâs words could scratch his father a bit in exchange for deep scars he left on Wylan.
No one could hear him screaming, crying, and begging.
For years no one had been listening to him and no one heard a splash of water with which he should disappear.
The Barrel was a cacophony of the sounds, clatter, rumbling of dissonant intervals, symphony played by a drunken orchestra on the detuned instruments. Even if Wylan screamed, his voice would dissolve in all this noise.
No one cared enough to listen in the Barrel, and Wylan was smart enough to keep his mouth shut.
Not a surprise, Jesper Fahey didnât remember him.
Jesper Fahey was loud and notable, and even if people didnât want to listen to him, there was no way to not hear Jesper Fahey. He was like an endless melody played on everything and everyone Jesper touched, even on Wylan himself, a symphony made from gunfire and chime of bijouterie, from laughing and the way other people said his name (never carelessly), from his soothing voice and fingers tapping. Jesper Fahey made him wanting to compose something from all the sounds and made him jealous at the same time.
Wylan thought about what if he was like Jesper. Voice couldnât be hidden by the closed doors, kicked under the table, voice people couldnât forget as it never existed.
Jesper Fahey was everything Wylan wasnât and everything his father would hate from the first sight.Jesper Fahey spoke too much, and Wylan prepared himself to get lost in all that sounds.
It wasnât a thing that happen.
âYou were rightâ, said Jesper.
âI want to stay with you in front of all the Daturma Ox things to comeâ, said Jesper.
And all these sounded like âI was listeningâ and âI will listenâ, like âI heard youâ, like⊠It was almost like between the sounds of flute, explosions, splashes of water, and piano music in Appelbroek there was Wylanâs own voice. Voice that Jesper was careful enough to stop and listen.
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