Runaway Bride

I wake up with heavy eyes. Gloom surrounds me, and darkness apparently takes control of my vision. I stir, uncomfortable, imprisoned, and immobile in the bed where I am. Attempting to sit up, my body screams at me to stop, aching and pitiful. I grunt with annoyance at being unable to sit up as I always have.

“Easy, brother, take it easy. It’s going to be all right. You’ve been asleep for a long time, it’s only fair you feel a little dizzy.” It’s Dawson who positions himself next to me.

“What happened?” I question.

My brother helps me sit up in bed with my back half straightened. He shakes out the pillow and places it behind me in a smooth, gentle motion.

“You had the surgery, but the important thing is that you’re okay. That’s what matters to me.” I hear the creak of the chair as he sits down.

My eyes are heavy, and my head is throbbing.

“Twin intuition, perhaps? Or maybe you’re worried about nonsense and simpletons?”

“Good morning,” they interrupt just as I go to answer Dawson. “I see you’re awake already.” David reaches over to open my eyelids and shine a flashlight on them.

I’m still dozing. However, something detonates in my brain. Confused, I analyze the situation. I don’t see the light. The glow of the flashlight doesn’t bother me, burn, or cause me to want to look away.

When Dawson rearranged the pillow, I heard it, felt it, as I was close enough to do so. I recognized their voices, both Dawson’s and David’s... but I didn’t see them. At no time did I see them.

“But what...?” I slap David’s hand and hear the flashlight fall to the tile in the room with a clatter.

I touch my face, startled.

it was just a bandage over my eyes, one of those used after

a specialized neurosurgeon; he prepared me for everything concerning the days before and after the surgery. He informed me that, for safety reasons, a bandage would be placed on my head, which would go from

a construction truck. I begin to feel dizzy and off-center. I blink, annoyed and uncomfortable, to find a way for the shadow and gloom to leave my vision. Nothing happens. I continue to see nothing but shadows and movement.

room. Nothing will be unnecessary. If you feel nauseous, please tell me if your head bothers you or is heavy, also. The smallest detail,

Haven’t you noticed that I couldn’t see shit?

see me?” he inquires

see? Is that normal?” asks

it. I know he is there, and I don’t need my eyes to make his presence almost palpable.

opens my eyelids again and

that I see nothing, nothing more than a flow of

on his face, covering his nose and mouth, looked at me and told me that they were going to proceed to place a transparent plastic mask

a twisted and cruel way, to manage my existence. She threw herself; she threw herself without caring that her son had just been born, just arrived in this world to be loved. After four hours of labor, the doctor who received Dante at the castle determined that it was all depression that had not been detected in time. She committed suicide. And I tried to reach her clumsily, but I failed. She fell from the second floor, and the back of her head

this mean? Am I going to stay

long ago was

one I remember, was Dante. His first smile, his dark hair, his blue eyes, and his bright gaze. He would look

just regained consciousness. I’m going to monitor you for the first twenty-four hours.

the process? Of recovery? Or have I lost my sight for good? You better be honest with me. Don’t be redundant. I

think you need to calm down.” My brother stands next to me and squeezes my right shoulder

him grow up? How am I supposed to hold him

that something like this could happen. The good thing is that, for the moment,