Forever Luna

Sightless

adjective ~ unable to see

POLLUX

It was dark.

Again.

Every day in this place, it was always dark.

At first, I panicked. My arms were shackled, and wolf and clothes were gone. There was a distinct emptiness between the two of us, and then my eyes... I was blind, but I couldn't feel anything covering my head. There was a dampness on my skin that I was privy too, but everything felt... normal.

I had no idea where I was or how I got there. But then my memories came back, and I remember Harriet betraying me.

She must've not been a friend this whole time. Was she planted in my way to entice me? Did they have my face strung up on a wanted poster?

Why me?

Then, as the realisation that I cannot trust anybody settled in, so did the cold in my bones. I ached everywhere and slowly started to lose hope. The more that hope vanished, the further away from reality I fell. My solitary boredom was making me feral. Something was around my wrists, and a taut chain bound me to the ground.

I was going insane sitting here in the dark. How did they take my sight? What did they do to me?

I was getting thirsty, and my shouting for help silenced me. Lack of hydration was settling in, and I was growing weary, my mind dizzy. I wasn't sure if I was up or down; the darkness surrounding me was my only companion.

As time passed in silent darkness and my mind spiralled, things eventually happened. I soon learnt to use my other senses. Hearing was impossible beyond whatever room I was in, and my sense of smell only got me so far. However, then doors opened, and people started to enter. But even then, I could not see.

They'd enchanted me, I was certain of it. Or I just didn't have eyeballs at all.

Either way...

These odd-scented people would force me to the ground as they stabbed me with something to immobilise me. I would scream and fight. I would lash out and curse murder for them to let go of me.

I declared my innocence, begged for mercy.

I told them I wouldn't ever tell a soul what was happening if they just let me go.

I think I broke somebody's shoulder, or nose, I wasn't too sure.

They tied down my ankles next.

If I wanted to piss, I had to ask permission. But my throat was hoarse from shouting, and sore from lack of nutrients.

I threatened them with a venomous tone so sharp it shocked me as it escaped.

But nothing worked.

Nothing stopped them.

If they had to paralyse my fight, it took me days to move after. Eventually they broke a bone, and it silenced me, as I realise how overpowered I was.

I soon learnt to not fight them.

For days, hours, weeks, however long I have been here, I learned the hard way.

I needed my health, and what little strength I had left, to get out of here.

Speaking of...

The door opened, scraping across the floor. Only one person entered today, a sign that I think they trusted me. That or they recognised the lack of fight in my bones. But to be fair, between the broken shoulder, the stabs of needles, and the fact my hands and feet were shackled, they didn't give me a lot of options.