The Angel's Ðemonic Secrets

Chapter 6

Hello beautiful, now I am not blind and have never been blind. However, I have done a lot of research on in and to clarify before you read a chapter in Aurora's point of view, who is blind. There are may different forms of blindness and degrees of it. It is rare for people to be completely blind. That being said, as a courtesy to the reader, I will explain her blindness.

Aurora is completely blind but was not born that way, which is why she has memories of before she was blind. She has Sympathetic Ophthalmia, to put it very simply her injured eye effected her uninjured eye, causing it to lose vision. It can be prevented but because she was young when the injury happend, the doctors didn't catch it in time and she became blind in both eyes. I hope that makes sense.

I will work the explanation into the story later but I thought it might be helpful to know now. I also want to clarify that because I have never been blind, my writing in Auroras point of view which is partially from my own imagination and research I have done.

So, that does not mean that every person who is blind experiences it the exact same way or the way I write it. I am just trying my best to write it and I want to be very clear that my writing on it is not going to be perfect on this subject because I can't truly experience it without being blind but I will do the best I can.
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Aurora's POV

I see nothing. I have very few memories before going blind, but I remember that there were colours but I no longer remember what they looked like, except for blood red. The colour called black reminds me of what I feel when I 'see'.

There is nothing. I remember being young and trying to see but I could only 'see' black, nothingness. But now that I am older, it is no longer about seeing but feeling. They say that people who have lost a sense gain stronger other senses, and I think that is true.

All my senses are more heightened but to me, my most heightened sense is touch. In my everyday life, the feeling of different textures is fascinating to me. The smooth yet distinct uniform bumpiness of leather or the sharp prickly ridges on a blade of grass, and so many more sensations are invigorating.

Most people say that hearing is there most heightened sense. However, I find my heightened touch much more helpful for work then in my everyday life.

I hear someones foot steps coming up the stairs, a male . His steps are both loud from his weight on the old and creaky stair case but not heavy sounding from just weight and boorishness.

So, I would guess he is athletically inclined but tall which usually means naturally a bit heavier. He most likely will have problems in his shoulders, knees, and back. Because the world is not designed for taller or shorter people, but depends on how tall he is for the severity of the problems.

He sounds like he is coming to our shop or the book store beside us. His footsteps stop in front our shop, so, he is coming here. He walks into our store and before I can greet him he is in front of the reception desk I am siting at, I can smell him.

But its not a overpowering scent and dosent smell like perfume or colon but his own scent. Its a light scent of falling maple leafs in the beginning of fall and a slight fresh scent of lemon grass. His scent is almost to the point of intoxication and puts me a little bit of a daze.

I am brought back to reality when he speaks. "Hello there," his voice is melodic, its gentle yet a bit deep with a touch of huskiness to it. Wow, that is one of the most, if not the most, beautiful voice I have ever heard.

"おはようございます？(good morning?)" He says in a questioning tone, I realize that he spoke in English the first time, wow so English is his first language? I snap out of my daze, again, "Oh, um, sorry, hello, yes?"

I cant help stumbling over my words, and I can feel my face getting a warm. I can't believe I was in a trace twice because of this man, I am so embarrassed! I hear him chuckle a little, "I was wondering if I would be able to get a massage? I have been having some shoulder and back stiffness."

I nod a little and reach my hands out to the desk table searching for the clip board, for new patients. "Have you ever been here before?" I ask politely. I feel the rubbery texture of Rebecca's stress ball, I move my hand to the right of it.

I feel bit of smooth and straight metal, I move my hand down it, it bends and stops on some type of paper. I feel lower down the paper to feel the smooth and round feeling of a pen. This is the form, "no, I haven't," the hypnotic voice responses.

I nod and pick up the clip board and hold it out in front of me and in his general direction him, "then please fill this out, there is a English version on the back." I feel the clip board and pen leave my hands as he says, "sure," in a soft and gentle tone.

I hear him shift to the left and sit in our entrance chair. I like it when we have English speaking patients, I only have to ask Rebecca to read the entrance form out instead of Yvon. Yvon knows German and Japanese but very little English, and I know English and a bit of Japanese.

She has to read out the Japanese on the form to me but when there's a word or phrase I dont know in Japanese, she will translate it to German and then Rebecca translates that to English. Its a tedious process that obviously has 'lost in translation' errors, going through three very different languages, I both feel like laughing at some of the odd triple translation results and feel a slight headache from the stupidity of not only the situation but also the results.

I feel myself push up my glasses and fix my hair in the right place, from habit. It gives me twinges of anxiety thinking about my right eye being seen. I hear him shift in his seat and walk over to me, "here you are," he says as he places the clip board in front of me.

"Thank you," I respond, I gingerly feel for the clip board and luckily find it quickly. I pick it up and stand. "Please just wait here for a moment and I will be right back." I softly place my hand on the wall behind the desk, "sure, take your time" he responds sweetly.

I nod a little and count my steps to the hall way, its exactly three and a half. I turn to the left and let my left hand glide on the wall of the hallway, I count the steps the back room, it takes twelve steps with my normal but smaller steps then the average person.

At the six step my hand bums up then dips down to the door of the massage room I usually use. I switch hands to the opposing wall and continue pass the door on the right side as well. I reach the second door on the right at the twelfth step.

I knock on the door and wait the second before Rebecca reply's, "come in," I glide my hand down to the doors indent and slide it open. I walk in and turn around to close the door, I turn back and walk the two steps to the chair and sit in it.

"A patient came in, could you read out the form for me?" I ask holding out the clip board. She takes the clipboard and says, "sure," she pauses.

"His name is Calisoro, he is 25 years old, 6 no outstanding medical problems or conditions, he has no allergy's, he is a writer and works out which is why he has back and shoulder stiffness." Interesting, no medical problems at all? hmm.

"Thanks, I am going to treat him in my regular room" I say standing up. I walk over to the door and slide it open, I hear her hum of approval as I leave.

I walk back to the entrance, "Alright, if you are ready, please follow me" I turn back and walk to the room, I hear him come behind me. I reach the door and slide it open, then step to the side "please come on in." I hear his footsteps walk into the room, I walk in after and slide the door closed.

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