Return to Darkness

    “Last chance to back out, are you absolutely sure you want this?” the man asked.

    At the question, Robert turned to the man and swallowed the fear that had been building since his surgery only a week ago. The horrors he had seen in that short time would stay with him forever, he knew this. This new procedure would merely prevent him from being subjected to it any longer, but he could not un-see anything he had experienced.

    He had lived in a fantasy world his whole life. Dreams of beautiful sunsets, “blue” skies, and pretty women had plagued him and all he ever wanted was to see them for real. Being born blind, he had no way to really know what anything described to him would really look like but when he learned of a procedure that would grant him sight he didn’t even hesitate. It took his family hours to get him to stop screaming after they removed the bandages.

    He looked at the horrific creature in front of him now, waiting for an answer.

    “I’m sure,” he said, “but can you do something for me first?”

    The monster nodded.

    “Get me a mirror.”

    He had refused to look in a mirror after the surgery but he had to know. He had to know if he was as horrible as everyone else. He held it up, and gasped. He fought the urge to scream and dropped the mirror, shattering it. The monster didn’t seem to mind.

    “Do it.” Robert said.

    As the doctor prepared the needle, a single tear fell to Robert’s cheek.

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Credits to: meeplol

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