Pitch Black

He made me question every promise I had ever made to myself.
He made me open up when I wouldn't even let myself in.
He helped me breathe when I didn't want to anymore.
He helped me see that it was okay to trust again....
Even if it was the only thing I could see.

*****

"You have got to be kidding me!" I demanded, the urgency and fear in my voice became clearer with every syllable I spoke.
"I'm Sorry Marissa." I heard a clink of metal and assumed he put his clipboard down.
"You have Conversion Disorder."
I wasn't sure whether to laugh or cry, or maybe even both.
"What the hell is that?" I folded my arms, hoping I looked tough, but inside my heart was pounding.
He started to explain it but all I could think about was I'm blind.
"No offense doc." I winced as I heard my voice crack on the word doc.
"I think you need to test again. This is my vision, not some made up disorder!" I was starting to panic.
Blind.