Chapter 21: Xavier.

She's in the house.

I can feel her.

The world appears to me in its blank state again and I navigate my way around the room through smell. Anyone observing from outside would see a tall silver blond haired male walking around as casually as if he could actually see.

Only I know that all the movements I make in this room have come at a price. That price is blood, and that is how I navigate.

The sharp tang of my blood wafts out to meet me from all directions and I take some time to search for my chair. It's by the table I sit at, usually with a book in my hand, the audio playing in the background, and my attempt at faking being able to read, making me feel bitter even as my hands flip the pages and the words come to life in my mind.

With my hand on the mahogany chair, I can navigate better. I know the smell to my right is from the time I broke the mirror on my leg. It hurt, bad, but my blood is forever soaked into the floorboards now and I know that's where the new mirror is.

Why do I