49-Brooke
They want me to use wolf orbs to fix my eyes. I don't want those...I want my real eyes. As I was sinking into a deep self-loathing mixed with copious amounts of pity, I looked out the window and was surprised when I could see the sun. Of course...it wasn't the color or vision I was used to...more of a hazy version, as if looking through a long, blurry looking glass. I was clearly still blind, but had gained a new way of seeing. Confused and hesitant, my eyes began wandering around my hospital room, but it was mostly dark.
"ARGGGGGGGG." The scream escaped me before I had time to hold it back. My hands shot to my mouth to stifle my anguish and to my surprise...my hands and arms were glowing...or more accurately, the blood flowing underneath my skin was glowing. I touched my face
