If You Don T Stop You'll Go Blind Novels & Stories

Keeping that determination in mind, I speed up my pace. Turns out, I'm so blind thanks to my rage, pain and the alcohol in my system that I don't see the approaching car. I don't even notice that I'm not walking alongside the sidewalk anymore. My mind encounters that fact when my already blurry eyes shut down abruptly when the headlight of a car hits my face.

Rebecca held out the glass of water, but there was no response from the woman in front of her. "This is the glass, the right side of that arm of yours!" Rebecca said telling the position of the glass, "What's wrong with your eyesight, did they ruin it just like yours?" "Sicily, my name is Sicily. I've been blind since I was 10 years old. Back then my mum omega 2 fought to defend me from Luna's attack. I gave up for the safety of my mum and dad," Sicily explained unprompted. "Hem, then what happened after that?" asked Rebecca.

Lowering his voice, he chuckled quietly and continued, "You might end up in a car accident for no reason, or you might just be walking on the street when something hits you in the face and damages your eyes. "Or, you might get taken by some fucked up person to international waters, where your eyes and your organs will be taken from you."

b “Because that's exactly what you are trying to do, Kimberly. It's so obvious, though I can't tell why you are acting that way, please stop trying to do things for me, I'm blind, not paralysed. I really don't want to become

Lose the clarity of your gaze, from this moment you will see no more! Jeanne yelps, the spell has worked, she has gone blind. She spreads her trembling hands in front of her and growls. —Very good trick. I must admit, it is... uncomfortable not being able to see where I'm going. - She advances in my direction and I run away without turning my back on her.

Nothing good can come from that right, stay away from the light that’s what they all say. I try to slow myself down but it’s not working, I just keep spinning down, my heart hammering now and I can feel sweat drip down my neck as I fall more. The light from the tornado gets bigger and brighter, noting I do stops me hurling towards it. My feet hit the bright white light first the rest of me following.

But I keep going because stopping means thinking, and thinking means remembering, and my heart can't bear it. Headlights appear in front of me. Too bright. I hear the screech of tires. I let out a scream.. Then everything goes white..

“Oh, yo⁠u’re Silas Trum⁠an?” He nodded once. “‌You need to sto⁠p d‍rink⁠ing, your pupils ar‌e blown wide. Keep drinking‍, and you’ll b‌lackout…….i feel you really need to‌ go to the hospital, your body is telling you, but yo‌u don't se‍em to‌ c⁠ar⁠e.” I s⁠norted bi‌tterly, while my visi‌on was fuzzy.

My soul is being ripped to shreds, I feel like I am dying a most excruciating death. My vision blurs, my soul continues being stripped. There’s a sudden howl coming from somewhere, and then my world goes completely dark.