Audio Overload.
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There's too much noise.
Not sound, no, sounds meant things. This is just noise, fuzzy and grating at the same time, scouring across the soft matter of his brain.
He keeps trying to focus, but there's just so much noise.
Even the white noise of his earpieces is scratchy and irritating. He can't pull his attention to one place before something dashes through it again. It's making him angry, irrationally so. He just needs everything to shut up, just for five minutes even, just five minutes of true and complete silence, that's all he wants.
And to hit something maybe, to pick up the nearest chair and smash it against whatever's making noise until it stops making noise.
He breathes through it, and there's a lull in the noise.
'Finally' he has just enough time to think before the noise swells again. It feels like sandpaper skidding over his skin from the inside.
There's something on his shoulder, he snarls and shrugs it off before he has a chance to even think about enduring this new torment to his senses.
The noise is worse now, deliberately angry. Far too close.
He stands, he leaves.
It follows him.
Worse, it's building up inside him, tumbling around like a frantic cloud of prickling heat. He wants to scream. Needs to scream, to get the noise out of him. It won't help though. It never helps. Nothing helps.
He wishes the world would shut up, shut up shut up shutup shutupshutupshutupSHUTUP!!!
His ears ring as he screams, the noise tearing out of him beyond his control, he crumples down on himself, trying to hide his face in his knees, to muffle the noise.
It goes on, and on, and on before it winds its way down, his throat too sore, his lungs too empty to continue.
The world around him is somehow quiet but for the crackling of white noise in his ears.
His body sobs, and he stays there until noise becomes sound again.
And then he stays there longer, because they've seen now, how shameful and weak he is. He stays in the quiet with his shame and his fear until he feels brave enough to move.
