[ WP ] You and your friend decide to put on tinfoil hats for fun . As soon as you put yours on , you are unable to hear your thoughts .

She and I giggled as we folded the aluminum into little bowls for our little heads. We giggled at the idea that foil hats would block mind control rays from the TV, something a friend had told us. We giggled at the fact that we knew we'd get in trouble, we had used the last of the foil and her mom would be furious when she found out. We giggled because giggling makes things fun. 
 
 `` I do n't think it's working'' I said aloud after having mine on for a few moments. `` I still think my mind is being controlled''. She snickered at me `` Okay then, dance monkey!''. I stood up and danced a ridiculous jig in a mocking fashion, then as I went to be seated I stumbled and fell. I tried to catch myself on the coffee table but I ended up knocking my head against it instead. 
 
 `` Are you okay?!'' she belted out, and I recall that I did n't know. A small cherry colored patch of red skin flanked a narrow slice in my forearm and blood dribbled out slowly. I could feel the cold wetness of the blood, but there was nothing else. No pain, no worry, no thought at all. `` You're bleeding'' she said as she approached me, `` let's go to the kitchen and clean you up, and get some ice on your head.''. 
 
 The cleaning and bandaging of my arm was both extremely loud and extremely quiet. I heard the sounds as I had never heard them before. The water running, the bandage package opening, the trash can lid slamming shut. It was as if someone had turned the volume up on my life, but something was missing. I knew I had been hurt though I had no feeling. I felt no pain, and I did n't care. Not until she took off my cap to push a bag of frozen peas against my temple did the explosion of pain and chatter come back. `` OuchAmIOkay? DoIHaveAConcussion? AmITired?''. Hundreds of thoughts talked over each other so that I could n't properly piece them apart. That was the first time it happened. 
 
 `` Today's the day'' it read on the calendar near the fridge. I walked past a can filled with empty foil containers and bottles of warehouse brand vodka. My stride was brisk as I enter my room and open my closet. The clothes had been picked long ago, it was simply a matter of retrieving them and laying them out. After they had been neatly placed on my bed I shed the current ones and made for the bathroom, turning the shower knob to hot. With the door closed the steam billowed and fogged up the mirror. Meticulous cleaning seemed both strange, and necessary. The water sounded a bit like rain on a window as it cascaded off my head. Minutes later a nice big clean towel enveloped me in warmth as I dried off. I set about preparing for the important evening as I had dozens before tonight, aside from the occasional beads of water dripping from above. Back in my bedroom I donned the apparel I had prepared, checking the mirror after each article to ensure its placement was correct. I laid down and clutched a single piece of paper. 
 
 `` No second thought without first.''
