The world is bright, even brighter than what I imagined. The first seventeen years were dull, spending all my time touching all things, pretending to be satisfied with the texture of it.

Mom whispered, "The world is cruel, it's better for you not to see it."

Dad uttered, "Secrets are meant to be secrets. If you heard that "access denied"  don't ever cross it."

The confrontation lacks weight as they try to intoxicate me with various information as I grow up. Let me ask you, what's essential? Is it your sense of smell, your privilege to hear things, your ability to taste everything, or is it your hands? 

Ever considered living without your sight, who are you? You define yourself as to what people tell you. You dress yourself the way they wanted too coz after all, it's their satisfaction that matter. You touch things to feel it, hoping your brain can understand what's behind a rough or a fine surface. From the start, you are seeing things differently to what they see for your eyes are their mouth and they only tell lies.

Grandma said, "Be contented Lucy. You are denied of something for you are gifted about something. Isn't it fair?"

Grandpa said, "You'll realize it as you grow older. You'll realize in time how having no sight is more of a fortune than a disgrace."

Until I get older and my egocentric psyche grows with me, holding my hand and even taking over me. I wanted what's theirs, I wanted to have those. Let me have it please. Let me have a chance to see until I regret it. Regret seeing my mother cried in your hands, you cruel beast.

You deserve to die. Let her live.

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IN THE EYES OF THE KILLER

I keep hearing the same sounds after Josh and I went inside the large house. The house is already abandoned and whenever we open the door that'll lead us to another room, the bats fly all over our faces. 


"I'm sorry. Will you forgive me?", those words echoed. 


Josh and I are looking for that person. My mind keeps telling me it's Kelly. I really want to see her right now, hoping she will answer all the issues in my mind. 


"Kelly!", I called her, hoping she will answer. 


"Are they out to get me?", that person answered. 


"I think it's from the balcony. Third floor.", Josh said. 


I want to run and get her but my foot's still bleeding and it hurts so bad. So thankful Josh never left me and is always assisting me. 


"I don't mean that. I'm sorry. Will you forgive me?", she said again. 


Is she trying to make me believe she didn't mean killing my dad? If that's the case, why did she leave him there? 


CHAPTER 27