Deeper Vison

There are so many things in our day to-day life that we take for granted. Something as simple as one of your senses being taken away would change your whole life as you knew it. My keratoconus did just that. It's a condition where the cornea bulges outwards into a cone shape. My sight dwindled overtime and I didn't view the world the same because I couldn't. Luckily, that was about to change. After 5 years of being legally blind due to my illness, I was given the gift of sight again. It's a shame to know someone had to die for it, but I wouldn't let my donor's demise go in vain. Three months had gone by and both my eyes were healed. Excitement stemmed throughout my body. I was going to take full advantage of my blessing by booking a 3-day trip to Chandona Lake to look at everything. I chose this particular area because it was rural, with lots of trees, flowers, birds, and a big lake. I loved being outside in nature. Before I gained my sight back, I would sit at the park and listen to all the different sounds, trying to remember images of the creatures that made them. What I looked forward to the most was being able to watch the sun set over the lake.

I arrived at my motel at around a quarter past 6 after showering and unpacking my suitcase. I went to a nearby tavern for dinner. While I sat in the establishment, I scanned the room, observing each detail, like how small moths flew around the flickering neon blue martini sign on the wall; the few people inside; a woman sitting in a booth wearing a tangerine lace dress kissing an older gentleman with a scruffy beard; and my waitress, who was a small frail older woman with thin, oily, badly dyed burgundy hair. My gaze then focused in on a man sitting alone at the edge of the bar. His clothes were tattered and he looked as if he was a drifter. I continued to stare at the stranger. Something about him drew me to him, like I knew him from somewhere. I just couldn't figure it out. I didn't want to end up making eye contact with him , but I just couldn't stop staring. My fear soon came true when our eyes locked. He had a dead and dull look, like he had no soul. I quickly put my head down, hoping he'd look away, which he did. but An uneasy feeling came over me. I wanted to end the trip right there and go home. I flagged down my waitress for the check and asked where the restroom was, to which she pointed out the direction. It was in the empty entertainment section of the bar.

I walked into the dimly lit area past the dart boards and pool tables into the bathroom, and looked in the mirror, staring into my brand new eyes. Why was I so weary of this man? What is it about him? I splashed my face with some cool water and when I opened my eyes I saw his in the reflection in the mirror. I grabbed on to the sink and gasped, trembling as I turned around to face him, but he wasn't there. Panting and disgruntled, I picked my purse up off the floor and rushed to the door. There he was, standing over me. My breath had left my body. I was completely frozen in fear. He pushed me back inside, asking what I was looking at. I said, in a quiet voice, that I was sorry and I was leaving, and it would never happen again. But he persisted I knew something about him

“I just felt like I knew you from somewhere”. To which he replied, "No, you don't know me!" His teeth were sharp and a reddish orange color, as if he only ate raw meat. The smell was the worst part. I couldn't take it. I screamed, "I'm sorry!" and ran past him out of the building to my car. He stood and looked at me as I started my car, frantically trying to drive off. It wasn't long before I got to my room. To make matters worse, an intense thunderstorm aggravated my situation. As a loud, harsh thunder rumbled ,I looked to the window and I could see shadows passing by ,I began to cry. I felt like a rabbit being stalked by a snake . That's when He burst through the door. "WHO ARE YOU!" he shouted. I was going to scream, but he lunged at me, tackling me to the ground and covering my mouth. I could feel the grit and dirt on my face from his hand. I shook my head, trying to free myself. That's when he punched me, knocking me unconscious. When I came to, I could feel my hands bound with the telephone cord, and he was even more intoxicated. There were two empty bottles on the floor and one in his hand. In his inebriated voice, he shouted “WHO ARE YOU “ “WHY WERE YOU LOOKING AT ME , ANSWER ME” . I told him I was just here for vacation and my name was Alicia Thomas which he had to have known since the contents of my purse were scattered all over the floor. He continued to question me until he passed out from all the liquor he had drank. I took my chance and ran out the door to the office of the motel. It didn't take long for the police to arrive. While the officers questioned me they told me how the man whose actual name was Kent Parker was wanted for the murder of a woman named Tiffany Boyd. My eyes widened and I got dizzy nearly falling to the ground It all made sense . One of the policemen sat me down and asked me what was wrong . I told him that Tiffany Boyd was the woman who I got my corneas from she was the woman whose eyes I had .

Inspired By An Episode Of Beyond Belief