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It has been three days since Ephram Brown's fever broke and his eyesight remains unchanged. With each passing day the likely hood of his eyesight returning is getting slimmer. He has retreated into himself and has become depressed, and scared.
"I have never really been afraid of the dark. I always told Delia that there was nothing to be afraid of, that there where no monsters waiting to get her as soon as the lights went out. She would always make me promise, and I would, and then she would happily go to bed, the next night it would happen all over again. Every night when I would leave her room I would shake my head and laugh at just how silly it seemed to be afraid of the dark. That was until I faced the prospect of living in the dark forever.
I'm scared everything seems so loud, Dad says it's just my other senses making up for my loss of sight, but still at every noise I jump. I don't like to be scared. I'm powerless. The blindness has the power, and I have no control. I don't like it when I'm not in control, I guess I'm like my Dad in that respect.
It's not the blindness, that scares me it's the noises. In the three day's that I've been blind, I have found something out. Everything has a sound, even silence has a white noise to it, that can become deafening at times. It is almost as if everything is whispering to me. I know it sound crazy, but I swear I'm telling you the truth. I'm not afraid of what I can't see in the dark it's the whispers of what I can't see that scares me. Sometimes I wish that I would just go deaf too, maybe then I wouldn't be so scared of the whispers.
I know that was short but I thought that it deserved its own chapter, please review and The next update will be in a few days and I promise it will get longer.
