What's The Inspiration?
For this story, I was inspired by a short story that I read from a favourite author. In that story, the main character's eyes were damaged.
I wanted to play with the concept of not being able to see. It changes how I write, unable to describe things. How does she move in the world? How does she adapt? You just have to read to find out.
Can't forget the romance either.
“Aiden.” I entered my friend’s apartment. “I brought you something to eat.”
Aiden didn’t say anything. Setting the Chinese on the kitchen’s breakfast bar, I scanned the space. Aiden stood by the large window in his living room. Concerned, I moved closer.
“Aiden? You should eat.”
“I’m not hungry.” Aiden said without turning from the window.
“When was the last time you ate?” I prodded.
“I’m not hungry.” He repeated — the words hollow sounding.
“You’re looking pretty thin, my friend.”
“You are not my friend.” Aiden’s voice hardened. “A friend wouldn’t keep me from my love.”
I scowled at him through the reflection of the glass. “She’s not your love.”
My friend turned a glare on me. There was something in his gaze, an unnatural glimmer that had nothing to do with him being a warlock. My gut tightened. That look unnerved me.
Taking hold of Aiden’s arm, I tugged him toward the kitchen. Stubbornly he planted his feet. I stumbled forward at the sudden stop. Aiden simultaneously yanked his arm from my grip and shot me with a spell just as I was turning to face him. I flew back into the corner of the breakfast bar. I wasn’t sure what hurt more — the corner to my back or the spell to my front. It didn’t matter. Pain radiated throughout my body, and my friend was trying to make a break for it.
“I don’t think so.” I growled through the pain.
Pushing myself away from the bar, I wrapped my arms around Aiden as he reached for the door handle. Wolf beats warlock anytime in physical strength. This is the first time I’ve ever had to use any force since he’s started acting oddly. I hauled him back into the apartment.
“Let me go, beast!” Aiden kicked and squirmed, trying to get out of my grip.
I ignored the insult, knowing he was not in his right mind. It was a struggle — mostly on his part — but I returned to the living room. With my belt, I tied him to the coffee table. A temporary fix, it won’t hold him for long. I went in search of something better. I shifted through boxes in a storage room, finding bungee cords, extension cords, and Christmas lights.
“This should work.”
Returning to the living room, I undid the ties, moving Aiden from the floor to a chair. Using the lights, I tied him to it. I raised the footrest, used extension cords to tie his legs down, and then closed the footrest.
“You need help.” I told him.
“I need my love.”
“I’ll find you some help.”
“All I need is Rosetta.”
I let out a low growl. “I’ll be back soon.”
“You can’t understand my heartbreak.” Aiden laughed darkly. “But you will.”
Those ominous words sent a chill down my spine. It didn’t sound like my friend at all. Whatever was happening to him was getting worse. Taking a towel from the kitchen, I gagged him. I felt terrible for leaving him this way, but I’ll feel worse if something happens to him while in this condition.