I Talked Too Much, Until I Couldn't
I have a severe case of logorrhea. Only speaking makes me feel alive.
My classmates all call me a freak, but Marvin Britt is the only one willing to listen to me.
One day, I bring some homemade soup over to see him, only to catch him holding his junior's hand.
"Lexie, your voice is so lovely, unlike my wife at home. She sounds like a squawking duck. It's exhausting."
My hands shake so violently that I drop the thermal flask.
The commotion angers a nearby madman, who forces a bottle of boiling water down my throat.
With my mouth full of blood and blisters, I realize I need proof. I send Marvin—a lawyer—a frantic voice note to accompany me to the police station for evidence.
Marvin shoo