My Light

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Young Adult  |  House: Booksie Classic
A story about a person dealing with a huge change in their life.

Submitted: March 23, 2016

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Submitted: March 23, 2016

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My Light

I was there. At least, I believed I was. From the searing heat beating down on my skin, the particles of sand clotting my throat, and the space licks of wind that wished by me, I perceived that I was surrounded by desert. The shifting of bony hooves on the lumps of sand, and occasional snorts told my body that it was perched on a horse. One moment passed. The wind whistled an eerie tune. The sand shifted. Then I was soaring. The horse took to full gallop, the hooves slicing through the sand like daggers through cement. My bony fingers slid through the silky hairs of the mane, and grasped to them for life. The wind carried my head full of lush hair, and whipped the strand behind me, flower petals desperately clinging to the center in a gusty wind. As the horse gained speed, a small, dim light entered my cloudy vision. It sat there tantalizing my irked eyes, coaxing me Come closer, come closer. The light seemed to swell with beauty, and hope, accumulating in one large drop of illumination. I was nearer now, the light only a short distance away. One of my hands left the silky strands of the mane, and began to reach. Fingertips prepared to brush it, palm ready to hold it, I stretched further. So close. Hand almost able to touch. Then darkness everywhere. My eyes shut. The light disappeared. Waves of black ink splashed over me. The horse disintegrated into the black, screaming in protest, while the sun was engulfed. I was alone in a dark world, floating through the raging ocean of black. Though determined to stay above, the waves gave an evil grin, and dragged me under. I never came up again. 

My eyes flashed open, but there was still black. A constant beeping noise tickled my right ear. Beep. Beep. Beep. A heartbeat, it sounded like. Unsure if it was mine or another. On my body I felt four sagging limbs, unable to muster any strength or movement. Finally, a hand, perhaps mine, twitched, gaining a glitch of movement and finally full motion. Suddenly, a chorus of murmurs leaped from the dark. The cacophony drifted into my ear, and I picked out three notable voices. A Mother. A Father. A Sister. No one else seemed recognizable. A second hand yawned, and stretched it’s aching joints, looking for the voices. An arm followed, then a shoulder blade, a back, a leg, a body. A body awakened from a deep suddenly. Suddenly, a hand came and grasped the newly awakened one, and a feminine voice snuck through the black wall,

“Honey, are you awake?”
A voice, rousing me from the darkness. The conversation washed over me like an ocean wave. An accident. Left me incapacitated for three days. Also, leaving someone blind. Me. They explained to me that the permanent gloom was nothing fear. No, I was still capable of doing things I loved, or executing tasks that were necessary for daily life. All it was was to gain experience, like a job, they remarked, and build a list of things to conqueror. One day, maybe I could walk to the downtown ice-cream parlor, purchase a cup, and return home without assistance. Oh, maybe even learn to read with just a brush of my fingertips over a page. They comforted my glumness, trying to coax a reaction from my inner emotions. They continued to talk and try to converse with me. It proved fruitless.

 After a time, they departed from me, and left me to reflect on the recent events. I was expected to maybe burst out in tears or take my rage out on a plush pillow, but I remained still. I sat on the hard hospital bed, it groaning under my weight, and allowed my fingertips to brush the bedsheets, searching for me goal. A small smile graced my lips as I felt the icy metal of the bedframe underneath my fingers. Pulling myself onto my knees, I crawled to the edge of the bed, the side that I believed was touching the wall, and I reached. Using my arms I steadied myself on the plaster wall, feeling the rigid bumps and hills of its landscape, and stopped. A warm heat spread over my face, down my left arm, and poured down my leg. The sun, I assumed, leaking through the translucent window pane over my cot. A single tear rolled down my cheek, and the sun embraced me. I fell, lost in her embrace, drowning the situation away. I was no longer blind. I was a ripening child again, grinning and laughing with glee. My parents dashed after me in a game of tag, and I hid behind the ginormous oak tree in our front yard. I had always dreamed to climb amongst its thick weave of branches, to see the top of, at least, my world. To see the bright emerald grass, the baby blue of the sky, the nonchalant puffy clouds, the smiles, and embraces of my parents, from the top of the world.All of a sudden, the sun diapered. The warm air, and rays disappeared, and I was left in the empty black void. Laying back on the bed, I shut my eyes, and watched the colors, and memories wash away like gold in a muddy river. A chill settled in my bones, sucking them dry of any vitality or life. Cold tears fell down my cheeks like a young rainstorm, and I sat there in the night, masked in a cold mist, curled on the cot and begging for any ray of warmth.

An eternity later, they shipped me home, an animal waiting to be primed and polished, with a family. The family’s car was brimming with a mixture of conversations. The Mother and the Sister gossiped about the recent events in our small neighborhood, while the Father screamed at a coworker on what I assumed was a mobile phone. I, on the other hand, reclined on the chilled window pane, and shifted my body so my soulless eyes would face the glass. As the car stalked across the concrete jungle path, my mind wandered, and I fell sound asleep. I woke, the sound of a shutting garage door. Once, I exited the car, the Mother and Father led me by the hand into the house, and told me like a toddler, after I had sat on the couch

“Sit down, and relax.”

They quickly departed from the room, I assumed, to leave me to settle into the house. Letting a deep breath fill me, I rose from the couch, which felt leather to me, and took a step forward. I imagined the room, the couch towards the middle back, the oak coffee table parallel, and the T.V in the corner. Thrusting my hands out in front of me, I wandered to what I supposed was my right side, and felt for the end of the couch. When my fingers pinched my desired target, I let out a sigh, and took a step forwards. Basing my steps on memory, I maneuvered around the room with ease, my feet picking up speed. A smile lit my face. A great sense of accomplishment pumped through my veins, and hope surged through me. Suddenly, I felt a lump beneath my heel. A shaky breath was released from my lips. I stumbled forward, landing flat on my hands, and knees. Sliding across the carpeted floor, my palms, and knees were rubbed raw, and stung, a burning fire. I imagined the poor, sorry red flesh, crying in agony. Wiping the mucus dripping from my nose, I sniffled and shakily rose. The Mother and Father, drawn by the noise I had made, quickly came to my side. One took my left elbow, one my right, and heaved me to my feet. I heard the Mother murmur

“We’ll take you to your room.”

They helped me, a lost child in the vast world, through the hallways, doors, rooms, the endless paths, until I was in my room. I was told that the evening meal would be at 6:00, then the door shut, and I was once again alone. Sighing, I slowly stepped towards the area I believed was my bed. Approaching it, my hand brushed the wooden bed poles, and I felt their circular tips. Continuing, I ran a single finger over the comforter, and decided to sit. A sigh escaped me as I sank back into the soft marshmallow, and allowed my troubles to sink away. Alone in my room, I finally felt a sense of peace inside. Yet, I still could not see. To me, I was not distressed at the thought of being helpless for my lifetime, but rather, something else tormented me. IF all I could visualize was black, how could I ever appreciate the beauty of the world? I would never see the baby blue of the sky or the wine stained fine red silk, or the color of a lover’s eyes. And that frightened me more than anything.

Days, weeks, months, years whipped by like wisps of harsh wind, yet I remained in my small aura of darkness. A pulsing anxiety spread around the house, infecting Mother, Father, and Sister, a disease that, in my vision, rotted their flesh of aspiration for me. It pounded through their veins, more deadly to them than any flu or toxin, leaving them with whitening hair patches, a grey gloom dimming their vibrant eyes, and a black abyss of despair beneath their frantic eyes. Like them, the illness spread through my limbs, but it left them not rotting, only drained of energy and useless. Each day, I would struggle to rise from the warm sheets, eat slowly, and trudge back to me room.  Feeling the sun on my back was the highlight of my day, it being the only warmth in the chilling shadows that enveloped me. The family, at first, attempted to coax me out from the shadow. IT was year 3, or month 2, or day 3, when I noticed a shift in their behavior. The family in the house no longer bothered me with inquires or comments on the weather or the daily news of the world. They had finally left me alone in my world of black. I had no family, no face, no gender, no religion, no gender. Without sight, I was a pallet of obscurity to the world.

It was a night, hard to recall what time. Rain fell outside, plump, swollen dew drops, and sank into the earth. Occasionally, a crack of thunder roared across the house, shaking it the very core. Mother and Father were probably sound asleep, a chorus of snores escaping from their open door, while Sister would be clutching a plush toy, quivering in fear. I, however, was wide awake. Rain had been a comforting sound for me, at the very least. IT offered little light, but it awoke my senses. The constant pitter of tiny feet against the window pane, the roof, the earth, the roaring of the wind, the clap of thunder, brought me back to reality. Beauty, it seemed, came from the rainfall. As the night dragged on, I felt an urge begin to nudge me, a child begging for a sweet. It poked me, cried, whined, screamed, growing to a racing desire pulsing through my veins. Every time I turned my head to sleep, it would excite me, devouring any desire for dreams. An irking light in the corner of my sight.  Suddenly, my limbs took charge, and I pulled myself from the bed. I felt the comforting metal head beneath my fingers slip away, like a piece of silk flying away in the wind, as I left the room. Recalling the route, down the hallways, through the maze, pressing through the thick foliage of inky jungle to find the sun, I went. I door knob fell in my grasp, and it turned, only hesitating for a moment. The sound of the falling rain was louder now, it only a step away. I was ready.

I took a step forward, bracing for the falling rain. It came, in a moment, I was soaked to the skin. It fell everywhere, running in large drop slickly down my body. A small graced my lips. I opened my mouth, tasting the fresh water on my tongue. I ran forward, ecstatic, searching for the oak tree. The beneath my bare feet sucked my feet down, but I pressed forward, shaking the sticky substance from my feet. As my hand found the bark of the tree, I embraced the tree. An old friend it was, to me, and I was overjoyed at feeling it bark’s rough caress once more. Determined for my goal, I circled the tree, and found a side with a low branch. Breathing a deep breath, I hoisted my body up, and began to climb the tree. As I rose higher, and higher, and my hands grew more splintered and callused, my feet fell into a rhythm, setting into branches that were made just for me. A huge smile lit my face, and a new hope surged through me. Eventually, I felt the number of branches become sparse, and I decided to stop climbing. Sighing, I nestled into a layer of branches that were stable for me weight to catch my breath. As the rain rolled down me, and wiped the water that dripped down my face. I realized something at that moment. Now that I had conquered the tree, what was I to conquer next? What could a blind person accomplish in life? I contemplated this for a moment, the hope leaving me. The darkness began to overbear me, making me heavy with sadness. Finally, I broke down into a fit of sobs.

For a time, I was up there alone, crying to myself. Suddenly, the tree shook as a new weight began to mount it’s branches. I paused. The new weight came to where I had abided, and approached me. I felt a pair of arms wrap around my shaking frame. I recognized them as the Sisters. In a moment, the tree groaned as more weights clambered into the tree. I felt two more arms wrap around me. The Mother and the Fathers. I fell into their embrace letting my cry’s drift away. Two rain droplets fell on eyes, and I winced. The darkness evaporated away, replaced by beautiful vivid sights. Mountains of wine hued silk, extravagate crowns of jewels, the well-groomed forests, the twinkling brook, every sight in the world. No longer did I see a Mother, Father, or Sister. A family, my family was beside me in the oak tree. With my family, I could see everything. I had finally caught the light.


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