I Can Hear Myself Blink Novels & Stories

I wiped my tears, controlled my breathing and hammering heartbeats, and yelled at him, "Yes, I can't see properly because I'm BLIND” .. .. Thank You ShineeSunshine ❤️

DONT WORRY, YOU WONT BE DYING ANYTIME SOON BABY GIRL. I hope so. I have a life of to lead and a promise to keep. And....wait....wait a minute....that wasn't me. I don go here no of those words just now. OF COURSE NOT,ITS ME. Me...? Wait who is the this me. Who are you? What am I even doing talking to myself. I must be hearing things. I am definitely going lococos. YOU ARE NOT. That wasn't me, again. I hear a loud screem and in shock I push myself back which resulted in me falling flat on the cold tiles.

Maybe they didn't know what to say because if they offended me, it would be bad for them. I rolled my eyes, connecting my phone to the sound doc and letting Therefore I am by Billie Eilish fill the room, "Is there a movie playing on my forehead or something?" I quizzed, blocking my forehead with my hand, "I know it's a little big but let's not stare."

“Did you hear that?” I blinked. “Hear what?”

He was calming somehow, and I was pulled to him. I was hoping they could offer some help to this crazy situation but instead they came and just stared at me, quizzical looks on their faces. They seemed mesmerized that I was not frozen like everyone else. Mom kept blinking and I started to panic. I messaged Mom, "Can you still hear me?" Just blink once. She stopped the rapid blinking and just gave me one long blink. "Ok," I thought. "Are these guys werecats? Blink twice for no."

Then I heard the howl of sorrow and I blacked out. Beep, Beep, Beep that is so annoying. Someone needs to turn that off. Beep,Beep, Beep okay I guess I will turn it off. I tried to open my eyes but they feel heavy. Why can’t I move my arms. What is going on. I’m starting to panic when I hear people talking. Just calm down and listen Ella. I slowly calm down and try to listen to the voices maybe they can help me.

But when I stood in front of the mirror and saw the changes in my body, I realized that I was still breathing in this world. I have white hair, but not all white. I still have black on my hair. My irises had turned blue like Noah's. my hearing and sight are more sensitive than ordinary humans. What I haven't received is, something is speaking from within me. It invites me to communicate, but I ignore it. I assumed it didn't exist. I refuse to live of that something.

Why was my face staring back at me? "Say something, please. You have been staring at that wall for minutes now, and I am scared shitless of how glassy eyed you are. So I am going to need you to take a deep breath, and repeat after me, okay?" Was I talking to myself? I blinked. Then blinked again. My reflection was not blinking. There was a frown on the face instead, and maybe I was the one frowning, but something was weird. What was weird? "She's not responding still. She just keeps blinking like something is in her eye," my reflection said, and my lips parted in surprise.

“Take my hand and show me what you like to do with yourself,” I can hear my breathing. Loud and rough. Like I’ve just gone for a jog. But I can’t stop now…

I blink, my head is throbbing, I can hear a distant calling of my name. I try to move my lips, but instead I start to fall... I start to fall into the deep abyss of darkness. "Blaze!" Is what I hear before I finally black out. • • • •