Living in Darkness [ ON HOLD ]

Chapter One

Morning Sunshine.

. . . Dad?

It's time to wake up.

Dad, why do you sound British?

Wake up, love!

My eyes snapped open, then drooped as I remembered I couldn't see. I felt breath on my face and hope welled up in my heart before shattering. "Ah, you're finally up. Thought you were dead." said the voice from my dream.

Of course it wasn't dad, he was dead. I can't believe I was so stupid as to believe dad was talking to me, I finally breathed out as I realized-Wait. Who the hell was this guy, and why was he inches away from my face??

"Who the hell are you!?" I demanded, my forehead colliding against something as I shot upright in . . . a bed? My hands were free, I noticed, and I felt that the fabric of the blanket over my body was soft, and there was a pillow behind my back.

"My name is David Walker. Calm down, love. Don't want you to hurt yourself." the man replied. I reached my hands out to, I know it's weird it's still new to me, feel David's face. He felt slightly rugged, a bit of stubble on his chin, his features seemed in perfect alignment. I imagined he had brown hair, it fell about to his shoulders, and he had beautiful blue eyes. A vague thought about if he really looked like that was interrupted. "If you wanted to touch, pet, all you had to do was ask." David said, a smirk in his voice.

I quickly pulled my hands away, blushing. "I was just creating a mental image." I said, a little defensively. "So why am I here anyways?" It felt good to be free, but I had no idea if David was safe to be around. If he was, I needed a shower, I was a mess. If he wasn't my shower was going to have to wait, and I'd have to kick his butt.

"I saved you from that monster, but I'm sorry to say I couldn't save your sight . . ." David said softly, sadness in his voice.

I was silent for a while before finding his back and patting it. "Don't worry, it's fine. So, do you have a shower I can use? I'm kind of a mess." I requested, mostly talking about my massively-tangled hair. I could also feel dirt all over, and I knew I'd need to clean my wounds soon.

"Yeah, here I'll show you." David said, leading me to the bathroom."If you need anything, just yell."

"Got it." I said, closing the door. I started the water and got out of the filthy rags I'd been kept in. When the water was hot enough, I stepped inside and let the water run over me. I reluctantly started scrubbing, trying not to scream as I cleaned the painful gashes on my body. When I finished and had turned off the water, I covered in a towel. I wasn't cold or anything, but I belatedly realized I didn't have anything else. I opened the door a crack. "David? Do you have a robe or something?" I called, hoping he'd hear me.

"You need clothes? Once second." David called back. In a bout two minutes, David appeared with female clothes for me. He handed me them without looking, thankfully. While I dressed, surprisingly well by the way, I wondered why David had clothes for a young woman.

"So, how long have you lived here?" I asked through the door.

"About ten years, give or take. I lived with my sister here." David said.

That explained the clothes.

"What happened?" I asked, untangling my now-clean hair.

"She died . . . Car accident." David replied, and I immediately felt bad.

"I'm sorry . . ." I said apologetically. I soon opened the door fully clothed and walked out.

"Wow . . ." David commented, and I blushed.

"What, did I forget something??" I asked, panicking a bit. Just a bit.

"No, you look beautiful, love." David answered, making me flush darker. "Your hair has little specks of gold and a bit of red in the light. Fits you well."

I felt a rush of air, probably his hand towards my hair, and unintentionally flinched. We were silent for a few minutes. I guess I wasn't completely okay. "So, um, thank you for letting me use your shower, and for the clothes, but I should leave now." I said, feeling my way to the entryway. "I don't want that bastard to come after you."

"No, you shouldn't go out there. He wants you, not me." David argued.

"I can take care of myself." I said, ironically tripping at that moment. I caught myself and sat down, sighing. "Fine . . . But only for one day, till I get used to this . . . condition." I said, giving in.

Besides, he seemed nice.