Oh To See Without My Eyes Novels & Stories

After darkness overwhelmed me covering my sight, i couldn't see anything for over a minute even with my eyes which i usually see clearly with in the dark, Abia is definitely playing some kind of game with me and I'm definitely up for it My sight began to clear a little bit and i could now see exactly where i was. Using my hands to wipe the water of my eyes, i blink my eye multiple times for clearer view. Turning around to see exactly where i was, it seemed like a staduim with people chanting

Ohm said with his voice trailing off. I absentmindedly smiled at nowhere. Since I was born, all I could see was this mess of nothingness... I don't know how to explain it. It was what they used to say what a 'blind' could see. I never saw what they called 'the world', neither have I seen my parents' faces.. nor my mate's face. There was... nothing in my vision.

I guess they are doing it because I hear the shuffling of boots and shoes. “ Now Lilly, I want you to open your eyes. I want you to look in front of you and tell me everything you can see. I want to only use your eyes.” The moment of truth is now here. Will I be able to see at all? Only one way to find out. I open my eyes slowly to adjust to the light and look in front of me. What I see makes me so happy I could cry. “ Lilly, can you tell me what you see if anything?” the doctor asks. “ I see five men, one woman and a dog..” Wow, I can see them. I can’t believe it. I wasn’t able to tell before without using my sense of smell or hearing. “ Good. Now can you tell me anything else you can see?

I sadly add. "I sorta can," Nate shocks me by saying. I look at him with large eyes until he elaborates. I was pleased to see he face was clear tonight, no glasses of any kind guarding his eyes, which he blushed madly about when it was the first thing I said to him when he got into my car. "I can see better in the dark. Bright lights are what irritate my eyes. But when it's dark, I can see outlines of things. Like if you put up your fingers," he reaches down and grabs my hand in his and my breathing instantly hitches in my chest, "I can tell you're holding up three of them."

My deskmate, Elaine Jenkins, was the kind of girl who was born with a sharp tongue. She loved nothing more than embarrassing me in front of everyone. When I showed up in a brand-new white shirt, she sneered, "Look at the country boy who finally made it to the city. Are you really that worried people will not realize how hopelessly tacky your taste is?" When I switched to contact lenses, she laughed. "Those eyes look like a dead fish's. Taking off your glasses is not going to magically turn you into a handsome guy." Then I won a prize in the math competition. She just rolled her eyes and said, "Please. Everyone knows he stays up all night grinding through problem sets. He practically worke

Alive with ancient power. "Please," I whispered. "Please show me where she is. Show me she's safe. Show me anything." I closed my eyes and opened myself to the visions. Dropped every mental barrier. Made myself completely vulnerable to whatever wanted to come through. Silence. Nothing but darkness behind my eyelids. No flashes of images. No fragments of future or present. No sense of her at all. "No." My voice cracked. "No no no. Why can't I see anything?"

It shines brightly as I try adjusting my eyes to its glow. I gasp in horror when I look myself in it. A tremendous wave of shock bolts through my body, almost letting me choke when I see myself without a face. My body doesn't appear to be natural. It seems like I am made of sand with a head having no facial features, mostly appearing like a silhouette. How is it possible? This is ridiculous. How am I even seeing myself without eyes? How am I breathing without a nose? What the fuck is wrong with me? I try to touch my face with my trembling hands in miserable panic, but I feel nothing. How the hell is this happening? I shiver in trepidation, looking at my deformed face or more like a non-exist

I cannot give it up so easily. He cannot give up. I have seen and heard so many miracles. For example, being cured of cancer, a fatal disease. Or diseases like HIV have twenty or thirty years of a healthy life without setbacks through care. Losing your vision is not the same. I know it is not, but it is impossible for me not to consider every option that manifests in my head. “I think you know the answer to that question very well.” He focuses his eyes on me, but I know he can’t see me. I understand.

Those eyes. Where have I seen those eyes before?

I opened my eyes and allowed myself to see through her. The present images in her head played in my eyes. A trick I learned from my further, is a way to see through someone by drinking from their veins. It lowers their guard and grants a back door to one's minds. It was the best way to spy on someone without them realizing you are in their head. The things I saw in her head made my lips drop into a frown. My aura turned from relief at seeing her getting better to wanting to tear her apart limb from limb.