Gift of Life

Thoughts of the Blind

My world is darkness. Of it I was born, and so shall it always be. There was no way that could be changed. I mean, an Original who is born blind can't be put back to rest, can it? And even if such were possible, there would be no guarantee as to whether or not the process of adding or taking away were possible. I sighed heavily. Every day and night these kinds of thoughts plagued my mind. The only reason I began to consider any of it was the following events after my First Breath. 

Ambrose hated me.

I had no idea why I cared so much about the approval of one I had never knew before this existence. Anyone knows full well that there is no life before this one, but even so, the concept of an Awakened possessing a soul is too, absurd. The life that goes into an Awakened is very strange. It is not a soul, but merely an essence that can be placed within a Lifeless.

I walked blindly - literally - down the hall. Feeling against it, I had yet to memorize which doors led to where. My legs could barely hold me for a long period of time, so more often than not, my careful strides became pitiful crawling. As if I wasn't pitiful enough. The way he sounded though, on my Awakening day......there was anger, and hate, but also......

Disappointment........?

It had to be more than that, but i suppose it was something that i didn't know of yet.But still, why would I, in all of the Parallel, be puzzled about that? Was Ambrose, by some odd chance, looking forward to meeting me? Had Katerina told him her plans to make me? Or was it simply that I wasn't what he wanted?

I sighed heavily, it wasn't right o think about all this, maybe by thinking of more cheerful things, my spirits would be lifted. Thinking back to my First Day, I recalled Ephraim, Katerina's father, speaking to me. He sounded so happy.

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"She's lovely Katerina!" He said with a joyful voice as he picked he up gently in his hands. They were rugged and callaced, as if he himself were a hard-working man.

"Thank you, papa."  Katerina replied happily. As Ephraim set me back down, I nearly fell as he pulled his hands away. I sighed heavily, why was I so clumsy.

"Don't wiry dear" Ephraim spoke kindly. "You'll get used to walking soon. It takes time, that's all."  That was probably the kindest thing that had ever been said to me. It was a vote of confidence. Even Katerina had yet to give me that. I smiled up at him. I liked hearing his voice, it was definitely something I could grow used to. "It takes all Awakened time to get used to being alive. Even Ambrose can agree to that! Right, Son?"  I could hear a slight snort from Ambrose. Was he laughing at meor

"Not that I can recall, Sir." he laughed.

"Come now, Ambrose." Ephraim replied. Surely you remember that you had difficulty speaking and moving about as well." There was a silence.

"Only vaguely." he finally said. There was another long silence before anyone said anything.

"Maybe you can help Felicity to adjust then. You know the house well enough."

"Alright.  I'll do it later." He responded, already sounding as if he was so far away.

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"Freak." A voice hissed from across the hall,breakign through my flashback. I didn't need eyes, or even to turn my head to know who it was. Him.....The one object that haunted em so mercilessly. Ambrose.

"hi." I responded quietly. I was so fearful of him. But why? I could tell full-well that I was slightly taller than him. Yet, it must have been the order that was instilled in me, not by Katerina, but...something greater. It allowed me to understand all of that which is important for the preservation of the Status Quo.

"Don't you 'hi' me!" he snapped angrily. "What in the Parallel do you think you are doing?! Creeping out into the hall in such an unsightly fashion......" I blocked his words out, keeping only the sound of his voice in my head. What did he look like? For the one or two times that he spoke kindly, not to me though. To Katerina, he was the kindest Original you would ever wish to meet. He was gentle with his words,helpful, and an amazing listener. I was told he stood at about  24", slightly taller than me. He has black hair and piercing green eyes. He sounded handsome. 

There was one time that Katerina hid me in her room when she spoke privately with Ambrose.  Although she faked the tears and pouring her heart out towards him, He believed it. As she cried, he comforted her and spoke softly to her. Never did I think before that moment, that he could have a decent polymer in his body. if only I could make him see the world from my point of view. Or  understand it at least.

"ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME!!" he yelled, tugging at one if my many strands of hair. I was told they were red.....whatever that looked like. I collapsed due to the force he initiated, falling onto my face. "You're so pathetic. I don't even see what Kat  likes about you."

I wanted to answer that, but knew better. Perhaps though, I was created for.......no. I cleared my thoughts. there was no way that I could have been made for any other purpose than to just be alive, right? A low sigh of disgust escaped his lips. There wasn't anger this time. Just......sadness?

"You're hopeless." he whispered as he walked past me towards Katerina's room.

Every fiber in my poorly made body ached. This wasn't a physical pain though.......It felt worse than that. No......this was a tearing at my......heart? Yes, the heart that I didn't even have was being torn in two by the one that I hope to one day give it to. If only that day would come sooner.

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