Author's note: ok I know it sounds hopeless for either of them to tolerate each other at the moment, but don't ditch the story! Have some faith!
Every morning is growing more familiar to the last. I'm slowly discovering the unknown secrets of darkness.
I can no longer sleep for the voices haunt me in my dreams. I dread the thought of this man controlling my mind when I am most vulnerable to his wishes.
Fear is the most powerful weapon, and with this you can have anything you wish. Herewith, he has successfully chained me to my own emotions.
For weeks now I have found my way to the piano and patiently waited for him to hand me food. I was too consumed by my own fear reject it, even though the taste of food made my stomach turn.
I only uttered a sound when the man instructed my singing.
I knew he loved the power. I could feel his craving for complete control. He is a man that is used to getting his way, and he continues to receive it.
It no longer mattered to me that my voice was blooming so stunningly. The man is inviting me into his nightmare, and it is becoming my way of life.
One day he said, "In time you will learn to use your other senses. Your face is recovering rapidly. You'll never love darkness, but you can learn to tolerate it. I could fasten a cane for you."
I squirmed at the thought and turned my head away from the sound of his voice. I was disgusted by every word he said.
Many moons passed before my mind understood I had nothing to loose. I wanted to slowly work a piece of glass through his strong chest and feel his blood on my fingers as his faint heart beat faded. I would enjoy the thrill, but the idea of ending my own life is a slightly more inviting idea. Eternal fire was beginning to sound soothing compared to the hell I was in.
My temper had begun to overflow. I could no longer contain my madness.
The voice was silent. He sat next to me waiting for me to sing. A very long silence fell over the room. My mind was racing with possibilities. I was on the edge of doing something insane. I have no weapon, only my anger. I snapped.
I screamed loudly and flung the sheets of music that lay on the organ across the room. The papers fluttered loudly like a swarm of large birds. This only fed my anger. I jumped off of the bench and ran madly across the room bumping into things and pushing them over. My legs began to throb from running into everything, but this didn't stop me. My mind began to race with fear for my consequences yet I pushed onward.
It wasn't long before the man roughly grabbed my waist and threw me onto the floor. He began shouting out curs words and fumbling through the mess I had created.
"Now look what you've done! You knocked over a candlestick!" he yelled. I clung to the floor and tried to regain the air that had been driven from my chest as he attempted to put out the fire.
I rolled over on my side and my skin met something cool. I reached out my hand to touch it. It was definitely made of metal. I grabbed the sides, but quickly pulled them away after the metal sliced through my skin. A stab of pain and the trickle of blood rushed down my boney fingers. "A sword," I whispered to myself. I softly ran a finger down the middle until I found the handle and grasped it. I was careful to listen and locate where the man was before raising it too high. I didn't want him to see. I carefully stood up and raised the sword in front of me after determining he was behind me. I firmly grasped it with both hands and tipped it downward so that my body covered its view. I braced myself and tried to form a plan. My hands began to tremble violently. It had appeared so simple in my mind, but now my whole body was shaking with fear. What if I don't succeed? What if he catches me before I can attack?
"You're holding it wrong," a voice whispered in my ear. I nearly screamed. I quickly swirled around and held the sword firmly in front of me. My heart was throbbing rapidly within my chest.
A large hand quickly reached behind me and corrected my grip. I screamed in surprise. I stood still and waited for a sound, but the man was exceedingly light-footed. I couldn't keep up. He began talking to me, but his words came from different areas of the room.
"Let.. Your ears.. become… your eyes…….," he said. I swung my sword towards the sounds, but I was too slow.
I stood still and held my breath. My ears had changed since I lost my eyesight. They've become keener to my surroundings. I also learned that I could feel vibration through the floor. I slowly lowered to my knees and leaned on one hand. I allowed my fingertips to detect the directions of the vibrations. They had grown sensitive enough to perceive waves. I could almost see the movement. I quickly swung my sword across the ground. Heavy breaths met my ears, and more vibrations rattled at my fingertips, but the sword hit nothing. He had dodged the blow. I stood up and paced myself once more.
"Good," he said from behind me. I spun around and attacked again, but failed. "Now you know that the ears can be deceiving as well."
He was slowly revealing my senses. I tried to think of what other senses I could use.
Smell, he always wore strong cologne. I could easily smell it if he were close.
I waited patiently for my prey to walk strait into its trap. I stared strait forward and kept my head still when I heard a sound. I waited for him to come to me. When his smell met my nose I aimed for were I believed his heart was.
I hit something. The sound of metal clinging together rang in my ears. I backed away and tried to comprehend what had just happened.
He had blocked me with another weapon.
I continued to walk backwards until I ran into a table. My sore, week knees gave in from under me and I fell backwards onto the surface. My back came down hard on a pointy object, and I yelled out in pain.
The man grabbed me by the hair and gently laid the pointy end of his sword on my throat. "I could kill you right now," he said slowly taking the tip of the sword and running it gently down my throat to the top of my left breast without leaving a scratch.
"Go ahead," I dared him. "I have nothing to loose." I said laughing. I quickly grabbed him by the shoulders and swirled around so that I was the one above him. I pounded the middle of his arm so that he dropped his sword. He desperately gasped for air.
"Who are you?" he asked.
"Your reflection," I answered.
"I miscomprehended you." He admitted.
"I've changed more then you know," I answered.
I didn't move, and neither did he. A familiar silence that I had experienced before in his presence drifted in-between us once more. The distance between our bodies was narrow, but we kept it that way.
Author's note: oh the things we all know, but won't say out loud! I couldn't help but raise my eyebrows while writing that last line. Who knows what turn I'll take next?