Black.
Black.
Black.
That's all I ever see.
But it's not all I ever saw.
126,835,200 seconds of sight.
2,113,920 minutes of vision.
35,232 hours of color.
1,468 days of careful observation.
209.7143 weeks of vibrant memories.
48.23101 months of teeny tiny glimpses of the sky.
4.019251 years of complete, whole, visual days on the Earth.
Then, the darkness started.
They came at midnight. Exactly 8 days after my 4th birthday.
I know. I counted.
They came in quietly, sack going over my head, sweetness invading my senses. The last time my world turned to shadow. It never lit up again. But the last thing my eyes truly focused on was a flash of
Pure
White
Coat.
White button, slightly off center, coming loose.
Pristine. Immaculate. Spotless...
... Except for one tiny splatter of blood, in the corner of my vision.
White and red. Red and white. Swirling through my mind, mixing, separating, forming patterns. A dog. Cage bars. A fire.
A redredred cloud in a whitewhitewhite sky.
Pain. Pain and the first of the never ending black.
Eyes open.
Eyes open,
Eyes o-
...
Eyes are open.
Panic. Terror. BlackBlackBlack.
No, not just black.
Blind.
I'm taken back to my cage. Still sightless.
Blind.
I'm glad.
I know I should hate it. Should be mad.
I should want to see what's around me. What my family looks like.
I should long to see the world, the rest of what's out there.
But that's just the thing.
I've been alive 4 years, 11 days. Only truly saw 4 years and 8 days.
I've seen 23 people.
12 rooms.
2 friends.
1 bit of sky.
I've looked at this world for such a short time.
Just 4 years and 7 days.
And yet, I can't help but feel that I've already seen too much.
Eh. I don't know. I don't like the end.
-{Never}-