Runaway Bride

Chapter 21 Awake

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.

eyes, one of

that, for safety reasons, a bandage would be placed on my head, which would go

ton of cement dropped on it by a construction truck. I begin to feel dizzy and off-center. I blink, annoyed and uncomfortable, to find a way for

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

what you want? Haven’t you noticed

see me?” he inquires

can’t see? Is that normal?”

can’t see him, I feel it. I know he is there, and I don’t need my eyes to make his presence almost palpable. Our connection has

He opens my eyelids again and searches for something I can’t decipher.

see nothing, nothing more than a flow of flashes, of light—shadows

me and told me that they were going to proceed to place a transparent plastic mask on me in order to sedate my body before the

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 landed on one of the rocks that adorned the garden I had sent her to plant. I followed her trajectory, but as I was aware of the fall, perhaps because my intention was not to die and leave my son helpless, or maybe because it was not my time to perish, I did not die like her. I hit the sprinklers hard and full. Nevertheless, I survived. As the days

David, just shadows. What does this mean? Am I going

long ago was the

and his bright gaze. He would look at me lovingly when I approached him as if I was the best person in the world—his innocence and unconditional love without asking for anything

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

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

am I supposed to hold him before he falls to the ground when he trips over

an appointment for surgery. I warned you that something like this could happen. The good thing is that, for the

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