Short story character thoughts.

        Most people will complain about there being too much noise in the world, or other things being too loud or when you can't hear someone. The only things I find too loud are my thoughts. Why? I'm deaf. I can't hear anyone ever, anywhere. How I get through life like this? I learned how to read peoples lips, but if they talk too fast I have to slow them down. Also, I have few friends because of it; not a lot of people know how to speak sign language. I have two friends, Tyler and Sandra. They know how to speak sign language because Tyler's grandmother is deaf, and Sandra used to go to a school with four deaf people in her grade. 

       What people find most strange about me is that I love music. Some might ask, "How can you love music if you can't hear?" Well, I once was able to hear; It wasn't until I was in 6th grade and I got an illegal medicine (I didn't know it was illegal at the time) that was supposed to clear my sinuses. The illegal drug damaged my auditory nerves in both my ears and I went deaf because of it. I got the drug from a man who claimed he was a doctor behind the clinic building ( I have no idea why I wan't the slightest bit skeptical about him). He told me they would clear my sinuses forever and I took it. So, I once could hear music, but now can't but I still love it anyways. I can feel beats of music when it is played real loud, and I can imagine how it sounds. The fact that i'm deaf can't change my love for music.