Short stories

Short story 2

Short story 2: Imagine what would happen if you woke up one morning unable to see, or speak.

Trigger warning: Blindness, panic attack, fear, 

Grace was an ordinary girl. She was an ordinary girl except for being a part of the secret community of witches. With brown curly hair, brown eyes, and a slim body. Being a quiet person, she would often be found engrossed in her books or creating a new painting. Grace shared a room with her twin sister, Elizabeth, who was completely different from her. Elizabeth was the outgoing one, who had a lot of friends and enjoyed playing sports, going out, and having fun. She had a natural talent for witchcraft and was good at casting spells and curses. On the other hand, Grace struggled with spells and curses. It was their fifteenth birthday today, and Grace was feeling exhausted, while Elizabeth was excited and eager to celebrate. Despite their differences, they were both regular old witches. There was nothing special about them. Or so she thought.

When they got home Grace put on a fake smile and tried to look happy as they opened gifts and had chocolate cake. Then finally she went to bed.

The next day.

When Grace woke up everything was black. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't seem to dispel the black veil that shrouded her vision. Struggling to make sense of her surroundings, she attempted to widen her eyes in a futile attempt to let in even a sliver of light. Yet, the darkness remained unyielding, enveloping her in its inky embrace. As Grace tentatively reached up to her face, her fingers tracing the contours of her eyes, a sense of unease crept over her. She hesitated, unsure of what awaited her beyond the veil of darkness. With a deep breath, she summoned the courage to move, her hand brushing against the cold surface of Elizabeth's desk. Grace steadied herself and slowly rose to her feet. Every movement felt deliberate as if she were navigating through an unfamiliar labyrinth. With outstretched hands, she fumbled her way toward the door, her heart pounding in her chest. The darkness seemed to press in on her from all sides, a suffocating presence that threatened to engulf her. Finally reaching the door, Grace hesitated for a moment before pulling it open.

"Grace what are you doing, "Her dad asked when she got to the kitchen.

Grace was about to speak, but as she opened her mouth, she realized that no sound was coming out. She tried to yell and put her fingers to her mouth, but it was all in vain. She couldn't speak even though she was trying her best. Her heart started to race as she began to panic and opened and closed her mouth repeatedly, hoping to make a sound. But it was still silent. Then, in a moment of panic, she took a step back and accidentally hit the glass table, making her hip ache in pain. Despite the discomfort, she continued to try and say something, anything, but to no avail.

"Grace, "her dad said in a questioning tone.

"What are you doing," Elizabeth asked coming into the room.

Grace turned her head to the sound and tried to tell Elizabeth she couldn't speak but still no sound came out. Grace slowly backs up against the wall and slides to the floor. She was having a panic attack. She knew she would black out if she didn't get the panic under control but she couldn't speak or see what was she supposed to do. She heard someone walk over to her and call her name but she couldn't concentrate on the voice. Grace turned her head back and forth trying to see anything. She felt someone put their hands on her shoulder trying to get her to calm down but she couldn't. Would she be blind forever, mute? Grace's breathing was getting uneven and she started gasping for air. She put her hands on the ground and felt dizzy. Then Grace fell unconscious.

When Grace woke up everything was still black and Grace started to cry. She could sense Elizabeth and her Dad in there. She was in her bed and Grace sat up leaning against the wall holding a pillow.