Chapter 3
I open my eyes to a big wall of gray. Everything is just an almost fuzzy gray. I throw my hands up and feel them connect with something. Feels like a face... Whoops. The person cries out as they fall to the floor.
Then I hear a whooshing noise beside me.
"Cosette!" A distinct male voice cries. It's familiar... Deep, an obvious bass... Oh!
"Daniel?" I ask. "Where are we? Where are you? I can't see!" Daniel's large hands grasp my arms.
"I'm right here, Cossie. I'm sure your sight will adjust soon." Oh, Daniel. My optimistic boyfriend.
"No, Daniel. I. Can't. See. The world is all gray." I feel his arms, so muscular... "Where's your face?" I feel up his arms to his strong shoulders. I can't the number of times that my hands have travelled this path. My hands then make their way up his neck, over his Adam's apple to his face.
"Hi." I say. tracing his nose.
"Hello." He replies, closing his eyes as my fingers trail over them lightly.
I continue to trace his face, even though I'm already familiar with it. I hear a door open.
"Cosette!" I hear my little brother, Jack's voice cry. "You're awake!" I smile. His high pitched squeal could make any person laugh.
"Come here, Jackster, I can't see anything."
"But you're opening your eyes." He reasons, taking one of my hands off of Daniel's face. His voice is so matter-of-fact that I can't help but laugh a little.
"I know." I say. "I don't know why my sight isn't working. Daniel thinks it might come back soon, though." Jackster worships Daniel, so anything Daniel says, at least to Jackster, is true. Daniel is the older brother that Jackster never had, and I'm glad Jackster loves him so much.
"Yay!" Jack exclaims, jumping on me. Pain erupts in my stomach, ribs and arms and I cry out.
"Easy there, Jackster!" I shout, my voice seeming harsh from lack of air due to his body's pressure on my lungs. Jackster's so much heavier than he thinks!
He slinks back. "Okay." His voice is choked up I realize to late that he's running out of the room, probably with a couple of tears streaming down his face. It makes me sad to even think of my little Jackster crying.
"Jack!" I shout after him, my hand flying out and hitting someone else. Or maybe the same person as earlier. The person cries out and hits the floor again.
I wince. "Sorry."
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All My Trials
Teen FictionAs a girl of 17, Cosette lives the normal life of someone her age. She has a job, plays the piano and goes to school. What more could she ask for? Nothing. Until one day when she gets in a messy car accident and loses her sight. Will she be able to...
