K E L L A N
Age 9
Every part of my body feels sore. I can't even move an inch.
It hurts. It hurts so much.
I try to move my head, but it feels like being attacked by a hammer.
I can hear faint whispers.
"He's just a little boy. Still very young," someone cries.
"What a tragedy."
Tragedy.
That one word makes me snap. I try to sit up but fail because of extreme pain. I want to scream, but what comes out of my mouth is a weak whimper.
I feel people rushing toward me, settling me back on the bed. My head hurts so much.
God, why is it so painful?
"Kellan." A man's voice echoes, close to me.
I know that voice. It's familiar.
I try to open my eyes, but it's so hard to do so. My eyelids flicker, and slowly, very slowly, I try to open my eyes. I'm sure that I've done that, but I keep failing. I can't see anything. It's total darkness.
"Kellan," the man speaks again, and I finally remember his voice. "It's me, Fenrir."
"F-Fenrir?" My voice is shaking. It sounds so weak and hoarse. "Where are you?"
"I'm right here beside you."
"Where?" My voice grows panicked. "Where are mom and dad? Where's Inez? I need to see them."
There's no response from him, which makes my heart race. I hear someone crying again, probably a nurse.
"Why are you not answering me?" I demand. "Where are they?"
To my horror, Fenrir sniffs. He's crying.
Fenrir never cries -- I just can't imagine that. And I don't like this.
"I'm sorry," he says in a sad tone. "I'm so sorry for what happened to your family."
I'm at a loss for words. Something wet rolls down my cheek, and I realize that I'm crying too.
All this time, I've always tried my best to not cry and be tough, but today, it's just too much. I can't do anything but cry.
"What are you talking about?" My voice is filled with anger. "Where are they?"
"Kellan." Fenrir takes a deep breath, as if he's trying to calm down too. "I did try to warn your dad, but he didn't listen. I knew that he was not supposed to get out of the house this morning. They had planned to kill him while he was on the way--" Fenrir stops short and curses under his breath.
I freeze.
They?
Who are they?
Are they the ones dad wanted to shoot earlier?
"What happened?" I raise my voice, becoming even more impatient. "What happened to him? What happened to mom and Inez? Why are you not bringing me to them?"
"I--" It seems that it's very hard for him to speak. "I don't think that you're in proper condition to know--"
"Fenrir!" I roar.
My chest is heaving up and down. I've never spoken to him like this, in such a commanding tone. But I've lost my patience. I want to know everything. I want somebody to take all this pain away.
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Light in Your Eyes
RomanceHe's a blind mafia man, the heir who lost his eyesight. She's a kindhearted girl whose job is to take care of him. Will the two of them find their way to each other's hearts? ***** © Anya Jayvyn. All Rights Reserved.