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Synopsis: Take a breath. Now close your eyes. Imagine you are engulf in darkness. Your front door opens but you never know who walked in. You hide under your bed, then a voice on the phone ushers four frightening words. "Do you have her?"
Syble Green first home was her sanctuary. Her mom new career advancement made them move to the city. To heal the family woes the mother surprises her husband who is equally as hurt by the move with a trip to an art exhibit. After the lovely evening, they drive home. A car collision occurs. That day Syble lost more than one girl should.
Many years later now living a new life, one without sight. Her mother eventually puts a malicious man behind bars. Before the trial, she received threatening messages stating what will happen if she continued.
I'm not going to sit here and tell you life is manageable or I'm used to being blind. There is no fabric of truth woven in that statement.
*Short passage from the story below
I pose for a moment then do a silly little jive.
I faintly hear the front door shut. Mom’s home! I continue dancing and mute singing. I flip my hair with excitement. I like to believe I’m an exceptional dancer. The TV goes off. I wonder why she turns it off so I begin to step out. I feel my soul pulling back the words ‘mom is that you?’ She would have called for me by now, she would have scream my name over whatever show is on. I stop myself at my door and wait for her call.
I hear the floor squeak coming from the kitchen. I wonder if it is one of my family members stopping by. Again, they would have also called my name. We have a system. This feeling that is swelling... My heart dives with worry and floats with fear. The tips of my fingers are wet. I hear movement around the apartment. The steps are tentative but determined. I cannot tell if it’s male or female. The clatter of dishes chokes me with a petrifying thought, IT'S DEFINITELY NOT MOM!
The footsteps grow farther away. I cannot calm myself. My heart’s pounding. Calm down. Calm down. The person that broke in hasn't said anything. My bedroom door is partially open. Do I close it or leave it like it is? If I should make a mistake they might overhear.
Since I cannot hear the stranger’s footsteps that means they are walking on the carpet, which only means one thing they are getting closer. I forget about the door and crawl under my bed. God, please, please help me. My bed sheets hang off the sides like bangs so I’m concealed. I hear mom’s door closing after they spent some time in there. My door squeaks like a trapped rodent. I bite my lips.
Where are they?
I cannot inhale through my nose correctly, I jerk my head to the right after hearing the squeaky toy go off. I didn't hear a thing I thought they stood still the whole time. Knowing my room, I can visualize where they are standing. I scrape to my left. I gulp with utter despair. “Bzz, Bzzz, Bzzz” Now or never...my heart pounds. Now or never? If I stay under here maybe they will leave.
I experience an asthma-like attack. I scoot to the back like my life depended on it. The atmosphere is indescribable. His phone goes off again. After the third ring, he answers this time. “Do you have her?”
The person in the room does not talk back. The defeating sound is close to me. My stomach drops and I hide my face inside Mom hat. My breath draws shorter.
I freeze in glacier-like fear, contemplating on running. I'm a lot closer to my door than he is. I can make it.
What's that, my heart pounding? NO. It’s breathing, I can't just stay. I push through. Immovable objects meet my unstoppable force. Stupidly I decide to run. The stranger is silent.
For a brief second I could make a life-altering decision. Head for the outside door would be the safest bet. I see the table in my head. Wait, is this smart? What if I hide in Mom’s room? I could lock the doors, that would be faster; maybe safer? I have plenty of time. Or should I run for the door! I could go outside and yell for help. But will I be fast enough?
This decision is impossible. I...I… I should lock myself in Mom’s room, my chest is breathing. I...I...I should run for the door and call for help. Her room is a lot closer. What if he just breaks down her door? Door...Her room. Door….door...no lock myself in. Run...lock, call for help, Mom’s room. Door, door? No wait
“Run! Syble” I hear this powerful whisper in my head, one that was not my own. I grab something then I dart for the door. The strangers breathing is ferocious. "Come here" he knocks me over. I get up. I kick in his direction with all my might. I run again. He shoves me this time causing me to fall.
I start to scoot for the door. His shoes are between my legs. His fingers are touching my left arm crawling up both shoulders. He squeezes with intent of not letting go. I break my right arm free. I'm just about pulling my left out its socket. I pull closer to the center of the couch. His fingers then grab me by the chin "Stop" is all he said. I stop for a second and he eases up. I smash the glass cup on his head. His painful grunts are my proof as he releases my other arm. It falls out my hand. I couldn't pick myself up so I crawl towards the noise. A sharp pain strikes my palm while crawling. "Ahhh"
I dust off fear and pick myself up. The door. I crack it open.