Seeing Blind || Bird Box Fanfiction

lane

Six hundred and seventy-three, six hundred and seventy-four....

Lane hurried home. He was reckless. 

The mere idea of somebody else being around was a frightening, harrowing experience. It had taken him months to find this place. He liked to think his heart had become attached to the place. It had nurtured him and had kept him safe. It had fed him, clothed him, protected him.

But there was an invader. 

Six hundred thirty-seven... wait. 

He cursed himself, realizing he'd lost count. He slowed just long enough to regain his composure, kicking his foot along the curb of the sidewalk until it disappeared.

He added up the numbers again and started back home.

It took twice as long as it normally did, but he did, in fact, make it home. He tore his blindfold away as quickly as he could. 

The emptiness of his temporary home was empty as the pit in his soul. Loneliness was a terrible thing; perhaps it was even worse than being dead. 

He almost wished he'd kept it on.