The Mermaid Allergic to Sound

This isn’t her world she has always know it,

it would come whenever she bathed as long as she can remember the tail, it would come whenever she bathed

Beautiful pink sprinkling scales but for the cost of so much pain, doctor after doctor 

Laboratory life, every sound sending knives and hammers attacking her head, this as long as she could remember to, the noise always hurt her

They were studying this, she and all knew it was related to those beautiful pink scales

Sounds were a tool of study, seeing if her body would get “used to them”

Pain never ceasing, surrounding by yelling, blaring music, roaring, a symphony of pain

Putting her in the tub nightly daily all different types of water and temperatures, sometimes with painful sounds too, you couldn’t bear the horrible pain, always begged them to stop but they never listened to her, legs outside of water

So many hours spent a ball on the floor weeping from the the noise that tormented her

Her tail and pretty scales came and went as the water came and went, but the pain was a black hole she was trapped in, why couldn’t it be the other way around?!

No power no magic just a tail and noise induced pain, she had read about other mermaids of fiction, but this wasn’t what they were like, she was an alien and alone

How had her body managed to endure this all these years, she cursed her body

Cursed her tail, cursed her pain, cursed the fact that she was still somehow alive 

All types of tests combining water and noise, noise and water, they wanted to know about her glistening scales, at the doctors mercy

wishing and praying for her life to be over, tears so many tears, they took samples of those too of course

Hearing keen, ‘I’m certain she comes from the other side of the Bermuda Triangle” 

A gift for spying for ears dropping, the knowing of truth barrier in her soul the sure intuitive of her mind at hearing those words, from then on she knew

Researching, reading, searching, researching, reading, searching, researching so more

Ships disappeared, mystery, conspiracy theories, and underwater gateway to another world, 

For her there was myth no speculation, it was the way home she knew it with certainty of the blueness of the ocean, her scales knew it too

Getting to the Bermuda Triangle was like getting inside pencil case, impossible

Light years away, the noise induced pain trapped her in the pain, the pain itself prevented her from escaping the pain

Breathing underwater no problem, swimming for long distances, done weekly in the laboratory pool, it was the noise

The tiny candle that she had managed to light in the blackhole was snuffed out

Her face a water full drowning in the pain and despair, her heart and soul dead

A shell a tail without blood or tissue, scales that glittered without beauty, a powerless mermaid child

A golden square of light headed straight towards her, the research itself wrapping its arms around her, engulfing her entire body inside of bubble of words, facts and information

Slight ease of pain, slightly less loud like sap on a wound, finds she can move and walk and propel herself forward staying within the bubble, pain still washing over her

Less noise, rising up some protection through the bubble, oh the noise the pain, the planes, birds, punch stab, repeat, in the bubble in the sky using her tail she swims advancing the bubble through the air, forward, months it takes, yes some protection from the bubble but not enough, the pain crushes her skull, the sounds don’t stop, her tail is exhausted from flicking from swimming, uncertain of her direction, but knowing her desentization and truly to give her trust to the research bubble that if she keeps swimming inside it through the sky it will take her home, eventually after all the pain, it does, gently into the water towards a glowing silver square, using the last of her stregnth her propels the information with her inside it through to the other side

Quiet waters, the bubbles the research unwraps itself, it turns into a wand and she is free, so exhausted from this journey from this battle, the current carries her lets her rest, no more noise, no more pain other mermaids come over tails glicining in rainbows across the water, she is home, she is happy, she is free