Where Your Eyes Don't Go Novels & Stories

he inquired. I gesture in answer, "Indeed, however, don't stress over attempting to track down it. I have this one," I finger my thick focal points. He appears to be unsatisfied, his look of pity. "Like this," he remarks tragically, "I can't see your charming eyes that well. Is there a way you could do without them?"

My eyes are unfocused, I feel so dizzy and it feels like I might lose consciousness again. “Hey, Leslie. Stay with me? Okay? Stay with me, you’re going to be fine. I’m going to come to you. I just need you to stay calm and tell me what you see.” I nod slowly. “Look around baby, do you see anything?” I force my eyes to sweep across the room. It’s a large one and I am in the middle of it. Unlike that warehouse that was close to crumbling to the ground, this place looks put together.

His eyes dart to my lips and my mind goes blank. Where is this going?

Pity me. When my eyelids are fully opened, I move my eyes and blink deliberately trying to clear my vision. It’s blurry but, I can see a corridor and a couple of doors. I shut my eyes harshly and then, I open it again. A little by a little, my vision is clearing. I let out a long breath. A gas comes out from my mouth.

And also, the way his eyes had drifted briefly to somewhere that wasn't this room. Whatever it was, it wasn't small but hopefully, we will fix it. Whatever it was, we would fix it together.

I feel blood moving down my eyes and I open them up only to find that I'm in a different environment, a room. She's not here anymore, I'm not there anymore. I blink multiple times and feel no pain in my eyes, I'm able to move my body although with severe pains in my legs, shoulders and entire body. I open my eyes again slowly to adjust to the light. Thankfully, it's dim.

I would just flick it out, and that table would fall over. A bang sounds, and I shut my eyes. The moments pass, and I slowly open my eyes. There’s nothing and no one. I concentrate and lift my arm. Usually, when I do this, it doesn’t work, and I end up frustrated. I try it anyway, and suddenly, my hand is in front of my face.

"I was told it was going to get better but I still feel sick when a session is over. It's simple movements of the eyes and they put these orange drops over my pupil to stimulate the nerve endings in my coronaries but those are nothing but annoying. At first it didn't work but now I can see a difference. I went from seeing close to nothing, to seeing outlines and some shapes. But that's only in the dark." I swallow the acidic taste that has slithered up my throat and look at him. "Progress is good. Maybe by next year you will see more distinct features." My guilt ridden self has come out of hiding but I have to admit that this news lessens the horrible weight. "Is there anything else you can

Irene My eyes are closed, but I can feel it, like my body’s moving, drifting somewhere I can’t control. I don’t know if I’m floating or falling. There’s no pain. Not even a hint of it. Just… nothing. For a second, I think maybe I’ve stopped existing altogether, but then it all fades into black again.

Not a wall, a warm body. I furrowed my brows and looked up into wickedly mesmerizing green eyes. “And where do you think you’re going?”