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- Story Listed as: Fiction For Teens
- Theme: Inspirational
- Subject: Character Based
- Published: 07/29/2015
When The Blind Man Saw.
Born 1998, F, from Knowhere, space, United StatesHis eyes stopped working when he was six years old. So from then on people had to describe to him in detail what things looked like. The only times he could see were in his dreams. But his dreams were not normal, they weren’t the typical running from a monster or flying through the air type of dreams, in his dreams he could take complete control of what was going on, and it felt just like real life, yet this reality was more beautiful. Everything he saw had its own aura and the people he met were so nice. but then there were the times he encountered those who could not have even been people. Beasts that are only real in story books, or in nightmares. Yet they seemed so real. Then one time he tried to interact with one, he was nearly killed, and woke up with real wounds on his neck. But he learned that sometimes the only way to fight things in the physical realm was to fight them in this dream realm. This is the story of the time the blind boy saw.
Even though his eyes were eternally closed he could feel the warm sun on his face, and the summer breeze flowing around him. He could tell it was sunny, no clouds in the sky. He could sense his way to the car yet he let his mother take his arm and lead him there. He didn’t want to take away her feeling of being motherly or helpful even though he was seventeen. It was Thursday again, that meant it was therapy day. Basically he talked about what it was like being blind, but he never told anyone about his strange dreams in fear he’d be thrown into some asylum.
His mother led him into the room and he sat in his usual chair, next to his mother. She had always sat in on the sessions and he didn’t really mind. Anything he could tell a therapist he saw once a week he could tell his mom. While the therapist was about to sit down, there was a moment when it seemed someone lifted the veil from his eyes and he could see for just a few seconds. In that brief period he saw a dark shadow figure right behind the therapist. He gasped in shock.
“What is it?” The therapist asked.
“I-i-it’s nothing, just a chill.” But then he felt a cold air pass through him, causing a real chill. Then he could see again but this time all he saw was the face of a demon staring right at him before everything went dark again. In a flash he clumsily got up and stepped backwards. Just as his mom was about to ask what was going on a few books fell off the shelves, and the coffee mug on the table shattered.
“Dr. Smith? What’s going on?” The mother asked.
“I-i don’t know!”
“I’ll tell you what’s going on…” Before he could speak again he felt scaly hands around his throat, and something whispered in his ear. “Shhhh.” He brought his hands up to his neck and tried to pry them off,
“Mom! It’s a demon! I need to fight this a different way!”
She nodded.
He added. “Don’t freak out.” He fell to the ground and let his body completely go, within seconds he got up and turned around to look at his body lying on the ground. Now he could see everything the way it was meant to be seen, and he could see the demon staring right at him.
“I’m going to put you where you belong!” He shouted.
The demon responded with a blood curdling screech before charging at him. They punched at each other, and kicked, and flung each other across the room. Then he remembered that he could do anything in this realm, in his hands he materialised a cross, and the next time the demon charged at him he was burned away. Then he said a banishing prayer that made the demon disappear once and for all. He turned and went back into his body, waking up immediately.
His mom and Dr. Smith stared at him. “Can you tell us what happened?” Dr. Smith asked.
“Let’s just say I fought a demon on the astral plane and banished him forever.”
“Wait, could you see the demon before you went to sleep?”
“Briefly, like maybe for a few seconds. But I can see perfectly in my dreams.”
“And you can fight real demons from this world in the dream world?”
“Well, it’s not the dream world really, more like another realm, and yes. I’ve fought other mythical beasts before. Please, don't treat me any differently.” They each nodded and continued somewhat normally through the session.
What happened in that room stayed in that room, and his mother treated him no differently just as he asked. He didn’t want to be considered special or super. Because he knew that just as some people’s gifts were art or singing or cooking, his gift was being blind.
When The Blind Man Saw.(Shelby Lawrence)
His eyes stopped working when he was six years old. So from then on people had to describe to him in detail what things looked like. The only times he could see were in his dreams. But his dreams were not normal, they weren’t the typical running from a monster or flying through the air type of dreams, in his dreams he could take complete control of what was going on, and it felt just like real life, yet this reality was more beautiful. Everything he saw had its own aura and the people he met were so nice. but then there were the times he encountered those who could not have even been people. Beasts that are only real in story books, or in nightmares. Yet they seemed so real. Then one time he tried to interact with one, he was nearly killed, and woke up with real wounds on his neck. But he learned that sometimes the only way to fight things in the physical realm was to fight them in this dream realm. This is the story of the time the blind boy saw.
Even though his eyes were eternally closed he could feel the warm sun on his face, and the summer breeze flowing around him. He could tell it was sunny, no clouds in the sky. He could sense his way to the car yet he let his mother take his arm and lead him there. He didn’t want to take away her feeling of being motherly or helpful even though he was seventeen. It was Thursday again, that meant it was therapy day. Basically he talked about what it was like being blind, but he never told anyone about his strange dreams in fear he’d be thrown into some asylum.
His mother led him into the room and he sat in his usual chair, next to his mother. She had always sat in on the sessions and he didn’t really mind. Anything he could tell a therapist he saw once a week he could tell his mom. While the therapist was about to sit down, there was a moment when it seemed someone lifted the veil from his eyes and he could see for just a few seconds. In that brief period he saw a dark shadow figure right behind the therapist. He gasped in shock.
“What is it?” The therapist asked.
“I-i-it’s nothing, just a chill.” But then he felt a cold air pass through him, causing a real chill. Then he could see again but this time all he saw was the face of a demon staring right at him before everything went dark again. In a flash he clumsily got up and stepped backwards. Just as his mom was about to ask what was going on a few books fell off the shelves, and the coffee mug on the table shattered.
“Dr. Smith? What’s going on?” The mother asked.
“I-i don’t know!”
“I’ll tell you what’s going on…” Before he could speak again he felt scaly hands around his throat, and something whispered in his ear. “Shhhh.” He brought his hands up to his neck and tried to pry them off,
“Mom! It’s a demon! I need to fight this a different way!”
She nodded.
He added. “Don’t freak out.” He fell to the ground and let his body completely go, within seconds he got up and turned around to look at his body lying on the ground. Now he could see everything the way it was meant to be seen, and he could see the demon staring right at him.
“I’m going to put you where you belong!” He shouted.
The demon responded with a blood curdling screech before charging at him. They punched at each other, and kicked, and flung each other across the room. Then he remembered that he could do anything in this realm, in his hands he materialised a cross, and the next time the demon charged at him he was burned away. Then he said a banishing prayer that made the demon disappear once and for all. He turned and went back into his body, waking up immediately.
His mom and Dr. Smith stared at him. “Can you tell us what happened?” Dr. Smith asked.
“Let’s just say I fought a demon on the astral plane and banished him forever.”
“Wait, could you see the demon before you went to sleep?”
“Briefly, like maybe for a few seconds. But I can see perfectly in my dreams.”
“And you can fight real demons from this world in the dream world?”
“Well, it’s not the dream world really, more like another realm, and yes. I’ve fought other mythical beasts before. Please, don't treat me any differently.” They each nodded and continued somewhat normally through the session.
What happened in that room stayed in that room, and his mother treated him no differently just as he asked. He didn’t want to be considered special or super. Because he knew that just as some people’s gifts were art or singing or cooking, his gift was being blind.
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