I Was Quiet But I Was Not Blind Novels & Stories

Nothing quieted it. I tried. God, I tried. I tried to swallow it all down. I tried to stay still. I tried to be quiet. I tried to be strong. But I couldn’t. Not this time. Because strength hadn’t saved me. And neither had he.

I stopped outside her door, something about her unnerved me, it wasn’t her blindness, but the way she seemed to see through things anyway. So I stood there, quietly. The next second, it was silence and then her voice cut sharply through the stillness: “Who’s there?” I didn’t respond. The silence stretched between us like a string pulled taut. I opened the door gently and walked in without a word. Calmly and Slowly. With that silence I could feel my heart loud in my ears. She was sitting upright on the edge of her bed, the phone already discarded beside her, her blind eyes not searching but still somehow aware.

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!

Let the world spin without me managing it for a moment. Holy ground or not, Rum was quiet. And quiet, I could use.

“I'm trying to help you. If I was you, I would not make even as much as a sound, Mr Ben is very sensitive to noise.” I didn't argue, fear already crowded my thoughts, but that didn't stop me from speaking. “Who are you? And where are you? I can't see you. It's too dark.” “Is it?” She coughed. “Its about to be filled with so much pain if you don't keep quiet.” I listened and worse, I opened her. My tone lowered into whispers, all that was left now was my lips moved as I mouthed my confusion into the dark.

I looked into the mirror one last time and whispered: “This is not the end. It’s only the beginning.” The silence pressed close again, but this time it didn’t suffocate me. It listened. It waited. The handle rattled once, faint and deliberate, then stilled. I froze, my heart kicking against my ribs. The footsteps faded, leaving me alone again.

Then silence. I lost all my consciousness like the wind had blown a candle into the sky. I had only one idea before the blackout came about. Is this it? Am I going to be alone in a place where I don't belong? Then everything vanished. Total darkness. And I felt nothing. My eyes did not close without me being conscious.’ The. The world appeared murky, as if under the cover of a thin fog. Only the morning light glimmered across my face, softly. The. I was on the floor for a few seconds, with my cheek touching the cold tile and my hand reaching out as if desperately pursuing something.

That I heard before my eyes closed. Blackout.

Chapter 6: The Weight of Silence The car moved steadily through the quiet night. The city lights glared past the windows. The roads were less crowded now, the noise of the conference long left behind. Inside the car, the silence felt heavy. Marcus sat on the driver's seat. His hands rested firmly on the steering wheel, his posture straight, eyes fixed on the road ahead. He had learned over the years when to speak and when not to. In the back seat, Lucas sat slightly turned to the side.

Let them whisper about my end. I was still here. And I would not go quietly. Not yet.