Blank Staring Novels & Stories

Groans filled the air, metals clashing onto the earth. "Little Vamparina…"

Jack immediately frowned and signaled for someone to take her away. His expression turned gloomy. He pulled Gabriel to the front of my car and forced him to kneel. Then, he grabbed a stick, striking Gabriel hard several times until Gabriel collapsed, whimpering in pain. After that, with a humble and servile attitude, he said, “Mr. Cullen, my brother is truly blind. He failed to recognize who you were. Please calm your anger. Jenkins Construction will cover any damages today. We’ll even buy you a better car.” “If one car isn’t enough, we’ll buy ten. Even a hundred of them. Whatever it takes to earn your forgiveness!

And then everything just went blank. ‎

When he tried to comfort me, I rejected him, "Stop pretending! I don't want to hear it!" He opened his mouth but couldn't say a word, just staring at me blankly. His eyes showed rare regret, but I had no interest in forgiving him. Nathan's gaze shifted from my hardened profile to my leg. He suddenly frowned, "Your leg... it's bleeding badly." The left leg of my pants was stained with an alarming patch of red. Blood was dripping down my calf onto the car mat, a horrifying sight. "Thanks to you, this leg might be ruined forever."

His expression was utterly blank. The video ended. The screen went black, reflecting the dim glow of the city lights outside. Slowly, his gaze lifted, moving from the screen to my face. His eyes, once sparking with playful intrigue, were now unreadable. Not angry, not shocked, but a cold, calculating grey. It was the look of a man who had been handed a puzzle and was calmly putting the pieces together.

Watching. I blinked, and it was… Gone.

I stared at the thing sitting next to me. It had Bryan’s face. It had his smile. It even had the way he tilted his head when he was thinking. But the blue circles in its eyes were dead. They did not blink. They did not show warmth. They just looked at me like a camera looking at a scene.

Breathe. Step. Step. Look. “Pause.” This time, it was the sky. Clouds stretched wide above us, uneven shapes drifting slowly. “What do you see?” Mrs. Toria asked. “A dragon,” someone said. “A bird.” “A face.” Karl squinted. “…That one looks like you.” I turned. “Which one?” “That one,” she said, pointing vaguely. “That’s not helpful.” I glared at her. Ernest glanced up. “…I see it.”

My blindness, my accident, the fifty percent that I had been carrying carefully for weeks, now public. "I'm—" I stopped. I did not have a word that was accurate. "I don't know," I said. Noah stood up. Crossed to where I was. I heard him coming and did not move away and he sat on the edge of my desk, close, and said nothing, just was there the way he was always there, present without requiring anything. We sat like that for a while. "The procedure is in three weeks and two days," he said eventually. "Yes," I said.