I froze, trying to make sense of things. One moment, I was watching Nan, frozen solid. The next I could not see. I one time was told that being blind is like seeing out of the backside of your head. While I understood that intellectually, I could experience it now. It was horrible.

I think Nan said something. I think she tried to do something. I do not remember. The only thing I remember after I lost my eyes was the sound of two orbs being squished. That sound still haunts me. As I began to process what just happened, my emotions hijacked my higher functions and took control.

I raged. I fought against my restraints and felt them release. I charged forward, trying to grab my assaulter, only to miss and hit a wall. I could not hear, just my blood raging. I felt wetness on my cheek. My tongue flicked out, and I tasted blood.

I laughed as I cried tears of blood. I rocked back and forth by the wall as depression fought anger, rage fought sadness, and I felt the urge to hurl. I felt a hand on my arm, and I cracked. I shifted that arm, attempting to grab the hand as I lunged for where I thought the throat or eyes were. Taking the eyes would be justice. Taking the throat would be vengeance.

Instead, my fingers scrabbled along a smooth surface. I screamed as I moved from trying to gouge to strikes. I raised my fist high and pounded down again and again. Each time I slid as if the surface was just made of slick. Slowly I could begin to make sense of my words.

“WUINAL! MAGIC! IS THIS A FITTING FATE FOR YOUR SERVANT? TO BE BLINDED FOR THE TEMERTIY OF ASKING QUESTIONS? OF TRYING TO LEARN?”

I think something tried to respond, but I could not make it out. Something tried to hold me down, only to give a short time later. I fell and felt a pressure on my chest. Was I just struck? I scream, gnashing my teeth as I tried to rise again. New pressure was applied all along my body, holding it steady. I felt a caress on my face, so I tried to bite the offending fingers.

I struggled, yelling myself hoarse. I do not know how long I was there; I just know I felt my head raise and fall onto something soft. That paused my tantrum as I focused on that feeling. I could smell it, it smelled of dreams and memories. It smelled of the perfect breakfast and perfect lunch. I lurched a second time, finding my limbs free once more.

I clutched my pillow, curling in on myself as I felt more wetness on my face. I rocked back and forth, tasting only copper and salt. My nose soon became useless, clogged. I pressed myself as far into the familiar as I could until I finally passed out.