I Can Hear Myself Blink Novels & Stories

And at that moment, I heard his inner thoughts. “It’s just cleaning. She won’t mind. If she really wanted a divorce, she would have left by now. The fact that she followed me here proves she can’t live without me.” I could also hear Rayan’s and Margaret’s inner thoughts. “This is so embarrassing. I’d rather die than admit she’s my mother.” “Divorce? What a joke. If she’s so capable, why is she following us here? I knew a housewife couldn’t stir up any real trouble.”

My brain can't process everything I've heard, I sit down on the bed and I have to rub my eyes several times to check that I'm really awake, and that this isn't a bad dream. My mind is blank, and seeing all the images flashing on the television of us listening to what they're saying leaves me speechless. I feel like the same kissing scene is playing on loop, but now it's worse, because I'm exposed to the eyes of the whole world as a loose girl.

There are days when I wonder what the world around me looks like, what the prey I eat looks like, I even wonder what my mate looks like but I'll never ask because I know that although I am blind and most likely odd looking I will never stand alone. For I am blinded but not deaf, I am blinded but not alone, I am blinded and I will always have a place within this world.

I just do; if you know, you know. The sound of bamboo wind chimes and waves breaking on shores are the only things that spare me the embarrassment of being overheard. They're playing on loop, much to my relief. I'm at the point of dozing when Blake's soothing voice creeps into the corners of my consciousness. "Winter? You ready for the rest of the process?" Process? What process?

Unless—’ “Is this an abstract thought?” “Partly. It exists within you.” “Within me?” Scratching her chin, she started walking back and forth. “Is there an instrument within me that I cannot touch and… and… of course!” She smiled widely, staring at the mirror with a triumphant look on her face. “It’s my voice. I can hear it, but I can’t hope to see it or touch it. Plus—” Her forefinger shot in the air. “—it’s also within me. All the clues pointed to such an answer.”

WINNIE I’ve always been a naturally quiet person. I’d much rather listen to people’s conversations than heavily engage in them. But no matter how quiet I typically am, I’m not usually so stunned I’m speechless. Except right now. I blink a few times, trying to figure out if all of this is some sort of nightmare. Maybe I’m still lying in bed dreaming, with Blake lying next to me. Not even realizing I’m doing it, I slide my hand to the side of my leg and pinch my thigh.

I blink rapidly, tears finally spill over. I’ve spent my whole life waiting to be invisible. Now, for the first time, I finally want to be seen.

That small movement when he likes his food eyes down, shoulders shifting, hips moving just a little. It’s supposed to be cute. And it is. Which is exactly why it annoys me so much. I prepare myself. I already know what’s coming. I calm my face, slow my breathing, and start counting in my head. Three. Two. One. There it is. That quiet sound. “Hmm.” No one else hears it. But I do. And it hits me harder than it should. I feel it everywhere, like it’s not just a sound but something real. It starts soft… then turns sharp.