Chapter 15

Baby's POV

It didn't take me long to realized that I was not able to talk...at all. I could not even make a sound. I lay on my bed and silently cried. I could feel my face getting hot and my tears falling from my eyes and down the sides of my face. I felt lost and hopeless.

I could not see.

I could no longer communicate vocally.

I felt like my family did not care about me at all, and my nurse whom I felt loved me the most, had disappeared.

I admit I gave into depression. I lay in bed and did nothing. I didn't get up to eat or drink, I didn't care about anything. 'Why was I here if no one wanted me' I couldn't help but ask silently.

I was like a inanimate doll. The maids came in to clean me up and give me food and water, but I couldn't make myself move; couldn't make myself care. The maids rolled me this way and that all the while complaining; probably about the bad smell.

I couldn't make myself care. Why should I when no one else did.

I don't know how long I stayed in that state; where I just wanted to curl up and sleep forever. Some days later several deep sounding voices woke me from my stupor.

"Pathetic," said a cold voice.

"You should have stopped that lady from feeding her poison." [voice 2]

"It's not permanent. Her voice will be back by in a couple of years...probably... Besides, I'm here only to protect her life. She's still alive." [voice 1]

"But how is she going to communicate? It's not like she can see to learn to write." [voice 3]

"When are you going to tell Master and Mistress that their third child is blind?" [voice 2]

"When they ask." [voice 1]

I heard the sighs coming from voice 2 and voice 3 before the faint sound of air moving.

"You, little miss, have been born into a family with many enemies. If you cannot deal with this small setback, you might as well die here. Otherwise you will only be a burden to your family". [voice 1]

I was startled when voice 1 spoke right next to my ear. His voice sounded hard and unfeeling, but the more I thought about it, the more I realized that he did in fact care. He cared about the household residents and didn't want me to be used as a tool by the enemies.

I had heard about such things in my past life; weak family members of strong fighters taken hostage and inevitably causing their downfall.

I suddenly pictured something like that happening. Pictured my mom and dad and Sapphire and Jasper and my nurse all dying in horrible ways...because of me. My stomach clenched in fear and anger.

I refused to be the 'weak link'. But how to grow stronger? I was not sure how to go about it. I was blind, unable to speak and only a little over a year old. I had echo location, but now that I was no longer able to make noise, I could no longer use it.

I still spent my days as a 'zombie doll', but instead of wallowing in self pity, I spent all my time thinking. I could still feel; still had sensation in my hands and fingers. I could still taste. I could also still hear. 'Could training my hearing make me stronger' I couldn't help but ask myself.

'It couldn't hurt' I answered back.