Short Stories

Forever Fading

No one ever understood why or how he came that way. Nor did they even care. The only person who knew besides God himself, is me.

His eyes, those murky sea green eyes, were fading. Yes, fading. His eye sight that is. Instead of seeing everything before him, he can barely see. The way his eyes were like someone had dimmed a light in a room too low, almost close to be darkness. That's how it was for him.

Even his own body began to be hard to make out. They seem to be disappearing from him, actually, everything began to! The walls, doors, sinks, seats, floor; you name it! Though, the only thing that he could truly make out was something very strange. Not a ghost, nor an angel, or even a demon. It was something that shocked him, hell, even I'm shock when I think upon it.

It was a mirror.

Yes, this boy could see a mirror, but not his own image. Bizarre, isn't it? Anyways, the boy reached out to it, using his senses if he could feel it or not. As that arm of his reached towards it and his hands felt the cold glass, he could not see his other body part. Which is terribly weird.

Opening the cabinet, inside he could even see some pills. Pills! Of all things.... Grabbing one, he tried to see if he can still see them even when they're away from the mirror. He could still see it and the bright orange color seem to shine as well.

"This, this isn't right?" Is what I remember him saying, talking to himself. Grabbing each container of the pills, he just stared at them. Those that couldn't stay in his hands began to fall to the floor, creating a banging noise as they did. Some of the pills even came out due to the white top coming off.

From where I was, I thought he was filled with anger or something of it. Unfortunately, it seemed the anger began to take a turn down to being shock and confusion.

Having all the containers in his hands, the boy soon screamed out and threw them everywhere. He even tried to kick at them! Though, he couldn't see where they were. This all led up to his senses. Feeling one of the containers to his feet, he kicked one into the tub, or the wall to him.

Another kick came and soon a whole bunch of them. There was times when he didn't even get any of them, just air or hitting his foot into the toilet, tub, and wall. Now that anger began to come out!

"Why must I loose my eye sight?" Shouted the boy, his anger began to fuel tears to pour out. "And if I can't see anything, how come I can see those pills and mirror?" That question, that one question I heard him ask, I wanted to know the answer myself.

Just seeing everything go down while he was in that bathroom, it was too crazy! Don't you believe so, my dears? I believe it is.

Turning around to one thing he can still see, he stood before the mirror. It seemed that he was having a conversation with it, like the mirror can talk! Even from my small joke, the boy got frustrated and let a punch go to the mirror. It didn't crack that much and his hands seem to be burning. Then again, he didn't seem to care.

Another punch came and then the next one. This kid began to crazy and I didn't know what to do. Soon enough, he got the glass to break and it shattered. It got into the sink, the floor, and on his hand. Blood began to come out, but he couldn't see. Nothing, but that glass that stood out to him, the only thing.

Now before I go on and tell you what really happened, I don't believe I should. If you understand what happened next, you'll get a weird feeling in your chest! ..... Are you sure? ..... Alright then, but I warned you.

Picking up some shards of glass, he seemed to get this bright idea. Anyone could tell from the look in his eyes. Not even talking anymore, a stab went into his left arm. A howl of pain came from, but he bit his lips to stop most of it. "T-there! I can now see my left arm."

The next I knew, I was watching him stab his legs, other arm, and chest. The boy had found a perfect way to see again! By stabbing himself with the 'magical glass'. That, my dear, was a terrible mistake. Before he could stab anywhere else, blood began to flow out. The boy losing his energy, all of it.

He fall to the ground with the pills. Those white, pure pills gaining a crimson red color. After that, I left, not being able to watch anymore. It was horrible and foolish of him. That stupid boy!

That stupid boy had a name; Jacob Banks. Now my identity? Simple, I am his guardian Angel who had failed....