The Peculiar tales of Cedric Saintclair

Chapter One

Cedric ;
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You would think it would be very difficult to be a lawyer, being blind. Aside from paperwork, it's actually fairly easy to me.

I have a chauffeur to drive me anywhere, and an assistant who reads all the paperwork I need read to me. The only thing that's difficult is hearing them all day. I refuse to let them end me. When I was younger, my parents tried medications. They tried so many, fucking medications that I think the doctors got sick of me.

Everyone would always ask, "What do they say?", and when I told them they'd get terribly frightened. All except one. Dr McDowell. I started seeing her when I turned twenty seven and my last doctor said they didn't know what to do with me. Her pulse don't race, she didn't release pharamones of fear. No, she was completely calm.
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"Cedric, I know you have told this to so many people and it's gotten tiring, but I need to know. What do the voices say?"

I sat there for a moment. I hated this part, people always change the way they thought of me once I admit. Taking a deep breath, I told her.

"The majority of the time they  talk of the world ending, or me killing myself. But once, just once, I was sitting in my room praying to god, asking him to please help me;"

I had to stop, I felt my face heating up and had to force myself to take a breath.

"Asking him to help me. It was the first time I had ever prayed by myself. I asked that he put me either out of my misery, or take them away. All of a sudden the voices became one voice. They changed tone. And it said "It is not time yet." And then they became louder than ever. It was so terrible I woke up my neighborhood trying to get them to stop because I screamed so loud."

We sat there in silence for several minutes, I wondered what she was thinking. Did she think I was nuts? Of course she thought I was nuts. I hear fucking voices. I wondered what she looks like. I couldn't catch her emotions. Her heart rate was normal and she didn't smell different. All I could hear was the scribble of her pen on paper.

"What do you think happened when they said that?" She said.

I'd never had been asked. All of the doctors just brushed it off.

"See, that's the first time I've been asked that. I, in my heart, believe it was god. I believe that the voices are here for a reason. That one day he will help me. And until that day, I will not give up the battle for my life."

"It seems like you understand that they won't stop, so why keep going to doctors and trying to get medications?"

"Because, who would believe me that god talked to me? I can't just tell my family that, and I can't just stop going to doctors because my parents will rip me a new one. "

"How about we go out for lunch instead of staying here?" She said.

"Isn't that a little inappropriate? I am your patient."

"What's so bad about being hungry?" She said grabbing my arm. She told me more about her on the way to the car. And all the way there, she never once let go of my arm. But it wasn't like she was helping me, it was more like she was comforted at my touch. and I'd never felt anything like that.

And now she's my wife.

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As I walk to the building, the doorman Francis stops me to ask how I was. "I'm good, and how about yourself?" I say hoping he'll hurry the conversation.

"I'm well, I'm supposed to be distracting you right now." He says, and I hear is pulse increasing as he gets nervous. "And why is that?" I say trying not to sound annoyed. "Rebecca's orders. She told me not to tell you, no matter how much you bribe me." I have no idea why he would do this. It's not my birthday, I didn't win any awards, what on earth could it be? "So how long are you supposed to distract me?"
"Till she calls you." He says as my phone says "Rebecca calling"

I wonder what she has in store for me as I make my way to my office without answering the phone.
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