• Part one: Dark

    There's a man. I can here him. Where am I? I can't remember a thing, but my head hurts a lot. It's like I have a massive headache. Wait...there's another person. I can recognize this voice. What are they saying? I can hear the man's voice, very faintly, but still there it is.

    "We've...him...Now!"

    That voice was of a man. Probly early 50's late 40's. He's white...I can tell from his voice. His voice is getting louder.

    "What's his name?"

    That's a question. He must be talking to someone. Wonder what they're talking about. The other voice speaks, it's a lady.

    "Scott Diamond"

    That's my name. But why did she say my name? Did I do something wrong? I don't think I have. I can't remember where I am. Maybe that has to do with it. I don't know. The two voices go back and forth. The man speaks first.

    "Age?"

    "15"

    "Weight?"

    "145"

    "Height?"

    "6 feet"

    That voice. That woman's voice. I know it. I know I know it. Where have I heard it from. It's a quiet voice. But still it sounds troubled. She must know me somehow if she knows all that stuff.

    Wait a second...there is a light. A little ball of light. Just bright enough to where I can look at it. Like how the light of a candle is. It goes back and forth, getting smaller then bigger, dimmer then brighter. I think it wants me to follow it. It doesn't seem that harmful. Maybe I should, but then again I want to know why those people are talking about me. I guess I won't follow it now. I'll come back later, just to see where that ball will take me.

    "Scott?...Scott!"

    The woman's voice is back. It's yelling. Not like the mad kind of yelling, but the sad kind. Like if a person was just told that their mom was dieing. That bad, sad kind of yelling that no one usually wants to hear.

    "Scott, It's your mom! Please baby, wake up!!!"

    My eyes are open now. But it's still dark. Maybe the lights in this room are turned off. No they are on, I can hear them buzzing. But it's still dark. There's nothing. Everything's gone. What's wrong with me. I shouldn't be like this. But that voice...it's my mom, I knew I knew it. Something is terribly wrong though.

    "I can't see, Mom! I cant f****** see!" I was yelling. Must of been instinct for me I guess, something was wrong and I wanted to know what.

    "Scott!" Her voice trembling with fear. "There was a tumor in her head." She said that like I didn't already know. I've known that for at least a couple weeks...that's why I was here. Where am I again? Now I remember, the hospital. I was there to get it taken out. It wasn't cancerous so it should of came out fine. At least, that's what I was told. "The doctor took it out," she tried composing herself to say this, "But there were complications." My knees now shaking in fear. "The tumor, it, it..." She burst out in tears.

    "It what?" I interrupted...I needed to know what was wrong. Even though in the back of my head I already knew.

    She calmed down herself and finally got a sentence out. "The tumor hit something in your brain causing you to become blind."

    I'm, blind? I honestly don't want to believe it. I mean this ain't all that bad, can i have surgery or something? I need an answer.

    "Isn’t there anything we can..." I’m interrupted.

    "No, nothing, the doctors have tried everything while you were unconscious, you even almost died there for a second." My heart sank to the floor. "They’ve done all they can, it’s irreversible."

    I never wanted to hear that. I wanted her to just say yes I can have surgery and move on. But nope, she had to say that word, irreversible. I’ve never hated a word more than that particular word in my life.
    Now it dawned on me, I can never see. Just the realness of it. Never being able to see my mom, or see color, or light. Never going to be able to see my dad’s grave every year on the day he died. Nothing will be the same. Nothing.

    I can hear the hospital door creaking. A man’s voice is whispering to what im thinking is my mom. Im going to assume its the doctor (I can remember that voice). Foot steps and the door shuts. No one is in the room. I can sense it. Loneliness I think is about to hit me, and hit me hard.

    I just want this to end. Maybe if I dig my face into this hospital pillow and close my sightless eyes, i might just go to sleep. Hopefully when I do this will be all a dream. Then I’ll wake up with sight. Yeah, that’s what I wish, just for it to be a dream.