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Pitch Black

Pitch Black

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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.
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'What are you doing here?' he said angrily forcefully yanking my arm. 'I told you to stay hidden.' I pulled my arm free. 'I know but I wanted to help!' I told him with creased brows wondering why we were wasting time. 'By getting yourself killed? Is that your idea of helping?' his deep eyes shot daggers at me. 'I don't care! This is my fight too?' I argued shooting back the daggers. 'You don't...' he mumbled the rest of the statement running his hand through his hair in obvious frustration. 'This is a war, not one of your childish games, Santana.' Injured by his words, I shot back. 'Then i would rather die than li...' I stopped when the atmosphere immediately changed...drastically. His eyes narrowed into mere slits as his face grew dark and he seemed to loom darkly and threateningly over me. I shivered as I stepped back in both awe and fear. He suddenly scooped down and gripped my shoulders pulling closer to him while lifting me off the ground until i was almost the same height as him. 'I will rip everyone's throat with my bare hands before I let anyone touch you.' he hissed his eyes a deep shade of grey that they were almost black. What the hell? * * * All Santana wanted was to live an quiet life. After what happened to her Grandmother everyone's eyes were on her family and all she had to do was to try and not be a psycho... how hard could it be? Oh...she had no idea. From her recurring dream to her brother's terrifyingly accurate intuition to her own ability see beyond the physical, it was becoming increasingly obvious that something was amiss... ***

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