[ WP ] Write a story about a person with a superpower that has a consequence/limitation more interesting than said power .

I look down at my hands, once again they're covered in blood. Once again, it's stopped nothing. These days, they do n't stop. The voices *never* stop anymore. No matter how tightly I close my eyes, how hard I press against my ears, no matter how deep I plug them, I still hear the voices, as clearly as if they were speaking right into my ear. 
 
 
 I never used to understand the saying, `` I ca n't even hear myself think.'' But I get it now. I understand it completely, perhaps more than anyone else. I mean, it never used to be like this, not at all. For five years I've been able to read peoples thoughts. It was a gift, to be able to read any thought at any time, so I had once believed. Teachers, employers, attractive girls. I could get inside their head, and with this ability I knew how to act, what to do and what to say to gain what I wanted from them. I knew what to say to cheer up a friend, I knew what to say to gain the respect of others, to gain their trust, their friendship. However it's not that simple anymore, that was when I had control over it. 
 
 
 Until just a few months ago, I could control this ability, I could choose when to read someones thoughts, I could listen to them all day, or I could be left alone with my own thoughts if I so wished. But it seems I can no longer do that. Nowhere in my mind am I ever alone with my thoughts anymore, there always has to be at least one other person, their thoughts invading my mind against my will. It's no longer a matter of choice for me, this gift has become a curse, perhaps it always was. Multiple voices, multiple thoughts, all flooding into my mind, constant and never ending. Nothing I do stops it. 
 
 
 I can feel it, the warm blood trailing down both sides of my face, dripping off my chin and splatting onto the floor. With my hands I touch both of my ears. It appears that I've scratched too hard again, and this time I've even plugged too deeply. But unfortunately it does n't matter. Even with shattered eardrums, I still hear the voices. Every. Fucking. One.
