Blindness Summary Novels & Stories

The doctor performed a comprehensive examination on Angeline's eyes but did not detect any organic changes. With that, he came to a regretful conclusion. "Ms. Severe, if you can't control your emotions properly and continue to place yourself in a state of anxiety and depression all the time, your somatic disorder will become more and more serious. As it turns out, your intermittent vision loss this time has lasted much longer than the last. If medications aren’t taken to control it, I’m afraid you’ll become permanently blind.”

They come at me even faster than before, I have to focus so much as a blur of arm and legs come flying at me in a blur. I'm not fast enough and one of the blows lands on my eyes. I see stars for a few seconds and throw my arms up to block my face incase they try to hit me again as I couldn't see for a second. My right eye now out until it heals I could only see out of one. I could feel something trickle over my now blind eyes.

"Slow down! You can't just move around like that. Let's have your eyes checked." "I guess she can see if she got up without her cane. Everything was true, she can actually regain her sight thanks to this? Wow, the rules with lycans are crazy." My eyes are teary that it makes it more blurry. I can't believe this is happening to me. Am I finally free of blindness? I walked towards what I think is the window, ignoring the people talking to me. All this while, there has been light in my room that I could not see.

My vision blurred. And then—darkness.

Those who heard them could be easily affected. I felt a weird reaction being triggered in my body. Almost instinctively, I squeezed my thighs together. There were a few women wearing shades waiting outside the hotel room. Their cheeks were deeply flushed. Some tilted their heads back, breathing heavily. I heard that blind people had extremely sharp hearing since they lost their sight. They most likely could hear better than me. At that moment, a shrill scream pierced through the air. The women and I were shocked by the scream. While they couldn't see what happened, I could.

"I can't do this," I say as I stare at a guideline that Mira quickly prepared for me along with some psychology books on how to approach a person with disabilities. It's not the help part I was worried about, it was the lying aspect of it. Mira told me about how a blind person gets by in life, and how one recognizes space. Frequent movements include body rocking, repetitive handling of objects, and hand and finger movements all that seemed easy, but it felt like that because I wasn't in those shoes.

Alex I blinked, trying to bring my vision into focus. Everywhere was so blurry, and I felt so weak, I could barely use any of my limbs. It was a struggle. The more I tried to open my eyes, the more it was hard for me to keep staying conscious. But I forced myself to push through with it, and I opened my eyes, slowly, but surely, nearly blinded by the bright white light that unraveled, right in front of my eyes, nearly blinding me.

Despair swept over Isabella. This result caught everyone off guard. It had started with only being concerned about finding a donor for her, and now Isabella was completely blind. "I can't see. I'll never see again!" She wanted to cry, but she couldn't feel the touch of tears. The despair emanating from her was heart-wrenching. To be unable to see for a lifetime, living in a colorless world, unable to even care for herself, relying entirely on her senses? The thought of those days brought sheer despair.

I folded, coughing so hard my stomach cramped. Someone grabbed my face and I flinched violently, the world tilting as I was forced upright and the blindfold ripped off. Light burned my eyes and I winced, blinking hard through the blur. Everything doubled. My vision was shit without glasses—smears of shadows and color. But one thing stood out. A man. Massive. Buzzed hair. Covered in ink. Crouching low in front of me, studying me like I was meat on a slab. His fingers dug into my chin and tilted my head to the side.

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."