I squatted in my cage. My skin itched.
My eyes strained as they searched the dark, meeting the dim but evident whites of their eyes--the other kid's eyes, that is.
I think we were all thinking along the same lines.
Finally, after days of nothing--of perpetual silence--light flooded the room, the silver slab of a door creaking open. Two figures, only outlines to our unadjusted sight, stepped in with a kid in their arms. They held him away from themselves, as though he were some kind of poisonous acid in a test tube. They walked over, without a word, and dropped him in the cage beside me and the other boy--the dark haired one.
This one was blonde though, and he had been here as long as I remember. They took him away, and now he was back. My heart leaped.
He was different, though. His eyes were open--wide and frantic--but they didn't seem to focus on anything. Just staring.
Blue, I could still see. Same as before, but light. Very, very light. They almost blended in with the white encircling them. His skin was pale, and he shook like a leaf.
"Can't see," he muttered to me when I reached my hand through the bars and nudged his shoulder. "Nothing's there...I can't see!"
"What? What're you talking about?"
I was a kid, only eight. I didn't know much of anything. I didn't know why his pale, pale eyes did not see anything, or why he was crying and panting and gripping my hand like it was the one thing keeping him from caving in on himself. I just knew he was upset, and scared.
"I can't see. I can't see. I can't see," he sobbed, and the little dark skinned girl across the room asked questions, rapid fire, that I had no answers to.
The blonde kid's nails dug into my palm, and his tears landed on my wrist.
I couldn't imagine it. Nothing but darkness. Not even the glow of dying light bulbs to illuminate the world.
He'd be like that for a while, I thought. I just knew it.
Blind.
A/N I don't know. I had no idea how to end it, so.