Who am I? That I am? What is this?

Two years ago it happens to me, I find a buzz there, but I can not get used, this, this .. It's too much, I can not anymore Doctor.. - he frustrated man said with his eyes watering.

Mr. Parks, I have told you, there is nothing peculiar in your ears, it has already been shown in the studies that your ears are perfectly fine. - The doctor said sure of this with a firm look, tired of this person who he was constantly praying that his ears would be checked despite the number of exams that had always been done.

Mr. Parks.. - Said the doctor looking at the state he was in and evaluating the situation
I have a psychologist that could interest you, it's very good, the best in the state, and I'm sure it will go very well..
NO! - He exclaimed shouting.
I AM NOT CRAZY, THERE IS A BUZZER, HERE!
-The doctor seeing the patient's reaction called security and left the room, security took him by the arms and left him out of the hospital.
-The man crying, melancholy began to scream out of the hospital
WHY? WHY ME? WHY DO I HAVE TO BE ME?
- After this, the man walked to his house, writhing when he arrived at his furniture because of the buzzing, he could not stand the situation anymore and thought.
Maybe if I die, maybe so I can stop listening to this ..
- He took a knife crying, pointing to his throat, he did it, he committed suicide. He seemed to get up from his body but it stayed under him, he no longer heard that buzz and breathed a sigh of relief, until he heard a voice saying between laughs. "No, you still have to serve me."
-He got up sweating with his throat completely fine, and with that buzz still increased, it was morning, he decided to go to psychologist, he was not crazy, he thought, but if it was the only solution, he would go. Upon arrival psychologist only said;
I need your help .. Please, look I have a..
-The psychologist answered firmly: Everyone is looking for help, but you must stay calm to understand it, okay?
How do you want me to calm down? How do you want me to calm down when I live with this damned sound so irritating for two years? - Said the man, Reimon Parks, already tired of that buzzing, tired of everything .. With tears in his eyes.
What's wrong, Reimon .. Parks? Apart from what he already told me. The psychologist asked with a small notebook where he made his diagnoses.
A buzzing, in my ear, two years ago, no, I can not take it anymore .. Seriously, you have to help me. - She said crying, sobbing.
Well Reimon, there have been cases like this, recently, generally, contact with this person, Millen Brocks, and they always end better, since they do not come anymore, it is also a trusted friend, it is something outgoing and mysterious, but all the that comes with buzzing, thanks me for giving him that contact, and they look much better. You are the case with more notoriety and time, your mind has deteriorated and you must go with it.
-The psychologist gives you a card which had that number.
-He came out fast and called that Millen Brocks.
Hello? - Reimond said while answering while looking at the blue sky, hoping that he could help him.
Hi, buzz cases? Please go to your home and there you will find your answers.
-This left him speechless but trusting the contact, he went to his house and there he found five people smiling and prostrated before him.
What? What happens? - Reimond said somewhat confused.
You are the one who has more time, you are the one who will lead. You are the emissary of our God Beezybaal already on the way. You have heard the message of our God many times, you always listen to them.
- They said in unison prostrate before him. And his buzzing ended.
Why? What did you do? The buzzing ended.
That just means that Beezy is coming. They said smiling, they got up and left quietly as if nothing had happened.*
He was thinking about what was happening, happy, because his buzz was gone, but at the same time, what was that of Beezybaal? In the end, that was irrelevant to him if he was already mired in emotion because his buzzing was gone.
-He woke up at midnight and everyone was there, praying in a circle, babbling, or so he listened. In a moment they all started buzzing and there it was again, but it did not bother her so much, since it was one thing to have her in mind and another, to have her outside so it did not bother her that much.
-All of them got up and the house started to shine completely white, came from the windows, went out alarmed, and everything was white, what was the matter? The buzz had returned. As strong as ever, his ears were bleeding. They were bleeding and he was watching his blood fall, running all over his body, he writhed on the floor until his blood flowed into a puddle in the garden, the grass.

-The lights began to disperse and rose until no longer seen, fell quickly in the distance as meteorites, destroying everything, causing ossions, the worshipers of that god came out the door and saw it, made a circle around it and started calling Beezybal by his name stammering other things, so until my body started to crack, white light came from this , and thought. What, what's wrong with my body? Because I? No .. It does not hurt, but ... Mori-I'll die? What's wrong with me? I'm going to ... Explode ..? His body was gone, exploded everywhere and now it was only a white aura, he could see everything clearly, he was in another place as a spectator, witnessing the end of an alternative world. Now I was a god of the many that exist, I was another, I could see all the worlds and I saw how that was destroyed by kamikaze UFOs, which were sincerely only drones, were only ships destined to the extermination of the planet earth, since then, I have seen the destruction of many worlds, comets, hitting the earth and only leaving half of the ecosystem and unbalancing, causing this eventually die, meteorites, which just collided and exploded the whole planet into pieces, explosions of stars, stars that consumed the planets, joining a great star that exploded in the end, black holes, that simply by their gravity destroyed that planet in pieces, but yours, I will be moved. They did not know how to take care of anything I gave them. His will be different. You yourselves will be your destruction.
End.