"Of course not, you are my family." I told him. How could he accuse me of that!

I was used to people looking down on me because I was blind, but not once had anyone accused me of working against them for it!

A click of a gun was heard in my ears and I tensed.

Was he about to shoot me?

An object I had to assume was held on my forehead and everything went quiet once again.

Damn. It really sucked not being able to see.

God, I wished for my sight back now.

I got my wish.

I could see everything! Well, black, but I could see him! And the gun.

"It's a miracle." I murmured. "I was blind, but now I see."

He looked at me in surprise, but quickly threw away the gun.

"You are working for someone! Aren't you! You bitch!" he screamed and threw a punch.

All my non-seeing life, I touched everything in my way. It was the only way to get around. But I had never done this before.

I held up my hand in front of my face and whacked his hand away with such strength that he staggered back groaning.

Suddenly, by instinct, I knew what to do.

I had to save the slaves.

In here, there were heaps of human slaves, all kept in the one, cruel quarter. I knew I had to save them, so blocking my surprised family, I reached the slaves quarter and unlocked it.

"Get out of here!" I screamed at them, and most of them ran the way I came, except for one.

Lauren Edwards.

Lauren was a young teenager who had been here since she was six. I had gotten to know her when I stayed here.

"C'mon, Lauren, we have to get out of here!" I said to her in desperation.

"And go where?" she asked.

"Anywhere. Just not here, now c'mon."

"I can't. God wanted this for me. It's not right to break out." She said. Lauren was a serious Christian.

I knelt down to her and she looked up to me. She knew I was blind before, but she was too weary to take surprise.

"Lauren." I told her sternly. "The blind girl is looking you in the eye! Do you know what that means?" I asked in a rhetorical way. "I don't think God let me see again so I could watch people suffer! There is a life beyond these walls, Lauren. You need that."

She looked at me for a moment more.

"I made my decision. I am staying home." She said.

I didn't want to give up hope on her. She was like me when I was young, but I knew she had made her decision, she wasn't changing it, because I wouldn't either.

I backed away from her slowly before turning into a sprint.

Everyone else had gotten out safely, but now I had to turn on a large group of outsiders.

"Rachel Summers. Would you like your treatment now?" a lady asked, and I knew her straight away, but I had to make sure.

I walked over and felt her face.

"Miss Kirova. Yes, that would be nice."

She relaxed and led me into the van.

I looked over my shoulder to take in the view. Everything was so colourful. A lot had changed since I saw before. Wow.

I saw a man in the distance. He didn't talk, and I didn't see his hands or feel his face, but I knew who he was, which was strange. I wouldn't have guessed it if I didn't already know it.

Dimitri Belikov.

"Dimitri?" I asked and Kirova looked at me with confusion.

I was released from her arms and I ran over to him. He stared at me with confusion.

"I know you." I said.

"Yes, we have met before." He said, talking down on me again.

"No. I know you. I know that you read cheesy western novels, and you have trained me before. That's how I beat up my family. But I can't remember anything. How! I know you have answers."

He looked at me with happiness and surprise.

"I do not."

"YES YOU DO!" I shouted, a tear running down my cheek.

I felt close to him, closer than I should feel, but I couldn't remember.

Kirova came and grabbed me and I struggled against them, shouting at Dimitri that he did know.

I was put in a chair.