Don't Tell Them You Can See

It Happened.

It was a normal day when it all took place. Adrian was taking a seat on the couch in his living room, his gaze fixed upward at the TV. In the background, his sister was blasting music at an unholy volume level, making hearing the TV difficult. Adrian's mother scrambled into the living room, her hair met humidity while in the kitchen clearly, with her apron covered in a weird starch that looked very pale blue. Irritated, she pointed a rolling pin sternly at Adrian.

'It's your sister isn't it?'

Adrian already knew how to react to such scenarios, so he faced his mother, unfazed, and replied. "Yeah."

'So help her. Hannah,' She screeched, then pulled a tight yet visibly insane grin. 'I want your phone here NOW, well not like you'll see it in a while, but NOW.'

Adrian got up to leave the room, as he wasn't about to watch his mom and sister recreate Mortal Kombat in the living room. He lead himself to his room and picked up a comic he was reading before he boringly made the switch to the TV. The superhero in this comic was a dashing young man with the strength to lift a large elephant as if it weighed like a feather. He could also travel back in time with the help of his female assistant, or something like that. 

After Adrian heard his sister getting scolded, unable to hear what else his mom said, an odd sensation hung in the air. The rooms felt colder and something seemed out of place. This was followed by a slight laugh from mom and her catwalk to the kitchen, heals clicking quite threateningly. Adrian just assumed someone was playing with the thermostat, or it as that after-grounding tension, and so he marched on over to the living room to see what the big deal was. Apparently, he wasn't the only one, because his sister hugged her arms in attempt to keep warm. His mom came back to the room, hawk-eyeing everyone else almost freezing themselves, completely unfazed. She walked back out as Adrian's vision started to blur, his head started to spin, and singing, almost a lullaby, took over his head. 

Adrian's mind kept itself whirled. He had an issue standing up straight and felt his legs weakening, almost collapsing themselves as he did everything in his power to stand. One glance at the fuzzy blob that was his sister Hannah told him that he wasn't the only one. Eventually, the whirling slowed, and his legs allowed him to stand once again, but the blurriness and lullaby still remained. his vision faded entirely to black, and there was something he heard, distinguishable as his mother's voice.

'Lights out, Adrian...' 

Everything was darkened to black, but Adrian was well aware that he was awake. He couldn't see what was happening, but he knew where he was. It was still cold in the living room, but there was nothing Adrian could do about it. He wanted to move, but his legs didn't let him go anywhere as if he was shackled at the ankles. He felt his hearing leave him too, and lacked the ability to do anything at all.

Adrian's sight finally caught up to him, after 24 harsh hours of being shrouded in the dark. His vision acted as if he was looking through a blue lens, with the only other color he was able to point out being red. Around the room, red ink Sharpied everywhere all bearing the same message. 'DON'T TELL THEM YOU CAN SEE' Was on the walls, floors, ceilings, and even the furniture. Adrian tried to let at least a few brain cells interpret what had just happened. He looked around in this new blue world. The message was unshakable, and he didn't know how to feel. What happened? His emotional sense kicked in and he jumped back in shock once he saw his motionless sister and father situated in the room nearby. 

Adrian felt his heart snap. What happened? Why were members of his family stuck in the place they were in? How did it happen? Where was his mother? Why wasn't she there with him? Adrian could see his family members in the bluish vision, lifeless and still as he probably was. The red marker was burning his eyes, but he couldn't escape it. What was happening? 

He decided to head to his room, since the sight of his family members' suffering was hurting him immensely, more so than the blood red Sharpied torture of being unable to tell anyone that he could see being repeated on everything in the house. Eventually, Adrian just layed in bed, shutting his eyes so he could shut out the world.