Blinding Light (BLS Book 1)

Mila

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I still can’t wrap my head around this. I don’t understand. I reread Raven’s letter. I reread it, two times, three times…

Seven times…

Nothing changes, a little part of me hoped it was my imagination.

So, I’m in a sleep? I’m not awake? My thoughts race through my mind. I pinch myself. I gasp in pain. I can still feel the pain and a bruise seemed to set it. A little too quickly.

What about Midnight? He plays a part, he must have. My gut feeling sets in—something impossible even.

Apparently, I have powers? The power of ‘Life Manipulation’ as Raven called it.

Is that why I have good feelings about blood—the bloodlust that fuels my rage? So how is she here? How is she able to respond to my…to me?

I put both of my hands on my head and let out a trembling breath. Raven is still frozen next to me, her letter clutched between my fingers. I wrinkle the sides as confusion sets in. Raven’s figure seemed to move, just slightly. Wait, so who is that voice in my head?

Hello?

No response.

Did I imagine all that? I wouldn’t be surprised if I did.

“No…” it responds.

Who are you?

“Can’t…say. Tied back…” So, this voice can’t help me at all.

“Helped…”

Oui, I know you helped, I just want to know more. I want to know what the heck is going on.

I widen my eyes in surprise.

What did I just say? Why is that happening?

“Changing…to the…truth…”

The truth? I think. What even is the truth?!

I can’t wrap my head around this. I needed air so I stand and bolted out of my room. The cool air hits me, but it doesn’t hit me at the same time. I could feel it, but it feels fake, unreal.

For the first time, I’m starting to see the truth. The night breeze blows my long brown hair out of my face. I can see the lake from here. I can see the texture of the trees, the grass, the air. Whoever is doing this did a great job of confusing me my whole life. I fall onto my knees; I touch the grass. It feels real, it feels right. But even a copy can have mistakes in imitation.

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I need answers…

How long have I been here? I ask the voice.

“Twelve years…” I widen my eyes. I didn’t want to believe it. But it’s true.

EVERYTHING WAS A LIE

Everything.

Absolutely everything.

Is anything real?

“Oui…”

Am I real? How is this possible?

“Can’t…say…”

“Then what am I supposed to do?!” I shout out in frustration. My voice echoed in the darkness. The moon appears and peaks over the night clouds. Tears sting my eyes, burn my nose. I breathe deeply.

Calm down. Calm down.

I groan and rub my head. This is not happening. I feel my fingers tangle in my hair. The texture seemed real, it feels real. But it’s not. I know deep down that the letter was real and everything else is not.

Tell me one thing that’s real.

“…d’accord (okay).” Its voice seemed strained.

The grass suddenly fades before me, I feel light, like I’m floating before I end up in the darkroom of doors.

No. I grimace at the sight. I look around, the spiderwebs are almost entirely gone.

What have they gone…?

“The truth…wipes them away…” Its voice is stilled strained as if something is holding it back.

“He…”

He? What he?”

“I…am a he.”

A ‘he’?

You’re a guy, I thought the obvious. I don’t need to hear his response to know the answer. But he says it anyway.

“Yesss…” he whispers.

I look around the doors. Fresh new symbols paint themselves on the door: big, red X’s. Some of the doors seemed to fade away, leaving only the doors with a big X painted on them and a door with nothing on it—the last door.

“Unopened…” he says. I ease closer to it. The golden handle almost calls out to me. And I answer it.

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