Edgar

He talked quietly, as if always sharing some piece of information he wasn’t suppose to have. Speak up, would you just? His parents used to say to him as a boy. We can’t, I can’t hear you, his teachers would say. And the doctor would look down his throat, and feel his vocal cords and send him for X-rays and MRIs and every time came back with the same result “excellent health. No obstructions, growths, deformities, atrophy of any kind. The psychiatrists with the comfortable sofas and offices in the high towers downtown said the same thing “no trauma. No disorders. No cognitive disabilities, decline, or impairment of any kind.” So he just continued to talk the way he talked,muted, hushed, with, if you didn’t know any better, conspiratorial under currents. Why did he have to change he started to wonder. If nothings wrong with me why do I have to change? He thought one day walking across the plaza in front of the university library. Hthevmie he thought about this the faster he was walking until he couldn’t not think about it any more and broke into a full sprint the last 200 meters to his residence. When he entered the conceriege greeted him by name “ hello Edgar. How is your evening?” Edgar nodded,, hello back, climbed the three flights of stairs to his floor, found his door five doors down the the hall. Upon entering the room, put his backpack on the floor, locked the door opened his window as far as it would go, filled his lungs with air and tried to scream.