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Chapter 3: The Floor

Dreams. Mine were flooded with darkness. The impenetrable black smog that clouded my vision every day haunted me at night in my sleep. Sometimes, in a dream all I could hear was someone's voice, (I knew very well whose voice it was but for some reason all I could say was, "Is somebody there?"), call my name and my own breathing. With no light, no color, no vision for the whole nightmare, what could I do but wake-up sweaty and out of breath in a world without light, color, or vision?

I didn't really get any "melt-downs", or so my doctor said they were, from the shock of blindness other then when I first realized it. My doctor was surprised, but he didn't know me. (If he had, I assure you he would not have been surprised at my lack of shock, but at my shock in the beginning.)

Mokuba, for all his young age allowed him, hadn't been too upset about it at first. I remember that on the second day I was awake, he said, "Seto, I'm just glad your alive," and I said I was, too. In truth, I was not lying. The accident had been bad—I lost my sight and Rollin was in critical condition—but I had not broken any bones, or become permanently paralyzed...well, not really. Still, the outcome of it had not been the best.

After that day, though, Mokuba got a little more angst. He said, "Seto...why do you have to be blind?" Like I mentioned before, his young age allowed him some things, (questions, actions and thoughts), that weren't proper for the average person. But I just remember that question in particular because I had no idea how to answer it. I had been in a serious car accident and something happened to my eye muscles and vision that no doctor could repair. However this was not the answer he wanted. So, I ignored him like I always did when I did not have a reply.

Yugi didn't come back while I was still in the hospital. I hoped he wouldn't, I DID NOT want him to see my like that. I think Mokuba was a little sad to be lonely, though, but I could do nothing to allay that.

The first time I attempted walking, I was by myself. Mokuba was in the bathroom and I did not call the nurse's station because, number one, I hated them all, number two, I did not want any of their help, and number three, they took so damn long in coming it was useless, anyway. I guess, looking back on it now, what I did was a little arrogant. I needed help; I was just too stubborn to admit it.

I moved my legs, the easy part, over to the side of the bed and sat up. In my blackness, I felt around the floor with my toes—I didn't want to step on anything sharp or important. I was pretty nervous because I brushed against Mokuba's chair I flinched in quick fear. How was I to move that? Easy for me, I kicked it where my foot had touched it and it was out of the way. (This was only a temporary solution, because I had no idea where it fell, even though it made such a loud crash.) I stood up. Already my hands were sweaty. I had a sensation of falling the whole time.

Right then, I knew that falling in blindness was like falling into a bottomless pool with unknown surprises in it. What would I be falling on—something large, sharp, not easily broken? I stuck out one of my hands in front of me, just in case, and moved to my right, which was towards the door I knew.

What did I do then? I fell. I tripped over that damn chair and fell right on it. It knocked the wind out of me and I felt my chin get cut on the leg. My initial walking try-out was a failure.

Blessed Mokuba came back just when I was wiping the blood off my chin and trying to get up again. "Seto! What are you doing on the floor? Why? What happened? What did you do?"

"Mokuba, I just tried to walk." Would he even understand my reasons?

"Why didn't you wait for me to come and help? Why didn't you call a nurse?"

"I need to do it on my own, Mokuba." No, understanding it was not his job or in his ability.

"Seto...you can't just yet." He went over and helped me up. I think it was at that moment that I realized something. I felt it as a most complex emotion, but it really was a state of mind, almost, and it can be summed up in one word: Helplessness. Mokuba, my little brother, had to help me walk across the floor. Would he serve as my "walker" or my guide? Which was appropriate? Either was not the way it was supposed to be at all. What had happened to me?

I left the hospital in a week. I felt no different from when I had first woken up, but there was nothing the hospital could no for me anymore and I needed and wanted to be home again. I was worried about my company; who could run it as properly as I could? Would I be able to run it anyway—ever?

We, Mokuba and I, had a choice about how we wanted to go home. Since it was not a rainy day, it was just gray, so I was told, and muggy, I convinced Mokuba to walk home instead of calling for another one of my limos. I had a feeling that I would hate being in cars for the rest of my life. Plus, the fresh, damp air did me some good. I could hear the wind, the crunching of gravel as we walked and I could sense the tension of an oncoming storm.

I have no idea what I was wearing that day, in a sense, because I couldn't see it. Mokuba told me it was my blue trench and black shirt-pants combination but what the hell did that mean? Since when does my little brother know enough about my clothes to tell me that I have shirt-pants combination? It was just weird so I try not thinking about it.

My house was different. I remember feeling so proud of it all the time because I stole it from my step-father. Yes, without me that maniac would still be there, but no, with my intellect...etc. Now I felt unworthy of it. I could see no feature of it, no couch, no furniture, and no room at all. That was different. Too different.

The first thing I did was go upstairs, with Mokuba's help, and into my room. I immediately felt the largeness of it. Suffocating. I had always hated this room, but now it was killing me. The unknowingness, the sensation of falling even with Mokuba clinging to my long arm, and the fear of it all was what it was like to be blind.

In the beginning, the first weeks of my suddenly new lifestyle, that I knew nothing about, were the hardest. I thought that I could never get used to it. Even so, what was there for me to do? Nearly everything, I realized, I had worked with was based on my sight—my company, my inventions, my computers, my helicopters, duel monsters, chess...the list of my lifeless life went on and on.

Even if you don't already think I pitied myself, I can tell you that I was.