Post by Admin on Jan 26, 2009 18:48:00 GMT -5
Chapter 1: A Grim Prologue
The sun rose slowly that dawn. The Summer morning shimmered with dew in the grass and the wind tossed and turned like a sloshing dishpan of oil. It was a morning that Antimony best described as a "Kites and Freeze Tag" kind-of morning. Though, Antimony wouldn't get to experience these joys for today, and some time after. Antimony awoke smoothly, his body instinctively knowing that his cycle of sleep is complete, and he cannot fall back asleep. His bedroom looked smoother than usual, but at the same time, darker. It felt the same, a childs room with toys on the floor - but only a few, brightly painted walls - but not flamboyant. A youthful room that he felt suited him just perfectly.
Antimony lazily gazed through the room from under his comfortable bed covers. Something wasn't right. He blinked several times, and couldn't figure out what was wrong, as if the room was angled differently. Antimony began to get nervous, and sat up attentively, gazing from left to right. He hobbled out of bed to his bathroom. The same angles and odd smoothness reoccurred all through the house.
Breathing wildly, he stared blackly at the mirror. He covered his right eye, and his vision remained the same. Taking anothing choppy breath, Antimony covered his left eye, and soon realized what had been wrong. He had gone blind in his right eye.
"M-Mom! Dad! I can't see out my eye! Help me! Dada! Mama! Wake up-wake up!"
Antimony sobbed and stumbled wildly from his bathroom into his parents room hysterically. They sprung awake quickly, and the usual calm and casual nature they handled problems in was now unknown to them.
"Are you serious? Cover your left eye, how many fingers am I holding up?" his father jabbered in a panic.
"I see good out of that eye, I can't see out this one!"
His father clutched the back of his thinning scalp. He paced the room, nervous. What was going on? What could he do? Was it genetic? Is there something wrong with the house? Will he ever see again? All those questions rushed and paced back and forth through his head hundreds of dozens of times.
Antimony shook his head wildly. Tears dribbled down his face, and he was whining a low pitched whine, that reoccurred with every struggling breath. "I can't see... I... don't want to be blind..."
The drive to the hospital was one of the longest drives anyone in that family could remember. Antimony stared longingly at each passing building, tree, and person, wishing that he could see just as well with his other eye, but also gazed at the buildings for the fear that it'd be the last thing he remembers seeing before his other eye randomly gives way to blindness.
The hospital was a painful task. Week after week, no doctor could find a reason why he would be blind in just one eye, but the eye remaining completely undamaged. After more weeks, the family realized it was time to try to move on.
After the worst Summer vacation Antimony has ever had, school was starting back up again, a ritual that he despised since school began. The eye business was hardly in the past, but he wouldn't dwell on it. That new school day was different from the others, not only was he going to school as a handicapped child, and it would be miserable telling his friends that he was a freak, but his blind eye felt different than usual, it was looking for something. It looked like it was searching for a place that it could see...
And if Antimony wasn't convinced that he was just nervous about school starting in a few days, he would have noticed that his eye had found the place it was looking for.
The sun rose slowly that dawn. The Summer morning shimmered with dew in the grass and the wind tossed and turned like a sloshing dishpan of oil. It was a morning that Antimony best described as a "Kites and Freeze Tag" kind-of morning. Though, Antimony wouldn't get to experience these joys for today, and some time after. Antimony awoke smoothly, his body instinctively knowing that his cycle of sleep is complete, and he cannot fall back asleep. His bedroom looked smoother than usual, but at the same time, darker. It felt the same, a childs room with toys on the floor - but only a few, brightly painted walls - but not flamboyant. A youthful room that he felt suited him just perfectly.
Antimony lazily gazed through the room from under his comfortable bed covers. Something wasn't right. He blinked several times, and couldn't figure out what was wrong, as if the room was angled differently. Antimony began to get nervous, and sat up attentively, gazing from left to right. He hobbled out of bed to his bathroom. The same angles and odd smoothness reoccurred all through the house.
Breathing wildly, he stared blackly at the mirror. He covered his right eye, and his vision remained the same. Taking anothing choppy breath, Antimony covered his left eye, and soon realized what had been wrong. He had gone blind in his right eye.
"M-Mom! Dad! I can't see out my eye! Help me! Dada! Mama! Wake up-wake up!"
Antimony sobbed and stumbled wildly from his bathroom into his parents room hysterically. They sprung awake quickly, and the usual calm and casual nature they handled problems in was now unknown to them.
"Are you serious? Cover your left eye, how many fingers am I holding up?" his father jabbered in a panic.
"I see good out of that eye, I can't see out this one!"
His father clutched the back of his thinning scalp. He paced the room, nervous. What was going on? What could he do? Was it genetic? Is there something wrong with the house? Will he ever see again? All those questions rushed and paced back and forth through his head hundreds of dozens of times.
Antimony shook his head wildly. Tears dribbled down his face, and he was whining a low pitched whine, that reoccurred with every struggling breath. "I can't see... I... don't want to be blind..."
The drive to the hospital was one of the longest drives anyone in that family could remember. Antimony stared longingly at each passing building, tree, and person, wishing that he could see just as well with his other eye, but also gazed at the buildings for the fear that it'd be the last thing he remembers seeing before his other eye randomly gives way to blindness.
The hospital was a painful task. Week after week, no doctor could find a reason why he would be blind in just one eye, but the eye remaining completely undamaged. After more weeks, the family realized it was time to try to move on.
After the worst Summer vacation Antimony has ever had, school was starting back up again, a ritual that he despised since school began. The eye business was hardly in the past, but he wouldn't dwell on it. That new school day was different from the others, not only was he going to school as a handicapped child, and it would be miserable telling his friends that he was a freak, but his blind eye felt different than usual, it was looking for something. It looked like it was searching for a place that it could see...
And if Antimony wasn't convinced that he was just nervous about school starting in a few days, he would have noticed that his eye had found the place it was looking for.
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