Blinding Light (BLS Book 1)

Mila

My body drifts.

It feels so heavy.

Yet it’s like heaven, but it seems so far away.

I want to hold on.

I want to be stronger.

And I can.

Cause I’m coming.

Crashing through the waves,

Tumbling onto land.

I will rescue myself.

Break myself from the hold.

I will be there.

To rescue you.

***

Present time…

The first breath. The first gasp of air.

I’m not dead.

…

I’m alive…and awake.

…

My eyelids slowly lift themselves open, revealing blackness. At first, I’m scared that I’d gone blind. But a moment later, my eyes adjust themselves.

It’s dark in this room. But I remember white and brightness, and it’s the polar opposite. I push myself up into a sitting position. My arms and legs are intact and stronger than I ever felt before.

I’m wearing a white piece of fabric. It’s similar to a nightgown, but it’s so flimsy I feel it would tear if I moved too much. I slowly push myself to a standing position. My legs feel strong, but they also feel weak at the same time.

I slide a hand onto my bare thigh and feel a surge of power through my veins. It’s a sweet feeling, the feeling that I’m in control—that I can choose what to do next. I can feel it pumping through my heart down to my legs. It almost tickles me as it powers up my muscles that haven’t moved in twelve years—I know that now. I feel it wipe away my soreness. I let this travel throughout all of my body until I feel new again—reborn and steady on my feet.

I feel anew, and my heart beats with a new purpose. I can’t decipher what that purpose is yet, but it’s helping me move forward.

Voice, are you there? I ask.

“Oui.”

I gasp as his loud voice sounds in my ear. It’s so much louder and more evident now, unlike the haze like it was before.

Where am I?

“What do you mean? What do you see right now?”

I look around. All my eyes can decipher is blackness. There’s no light nor windows; this room almost seems cube-like.

In total blackness.

“You’re awake?”

I believe so. Wait. There’s something on the ground. I walk over to the splotch on the floor. As I ease closer, it seems more red than brown.

There’s a red splotch on the ground.

“What? Oh no.”

What is it, please…tell me. Please tell me it isn’t what I think it is.

I let my fingers trail over it. And I gasp. It’s not just red, but it’s the color of blood. Sticky and smelly.

The smell now fills my nostrils, and a feeling of dread washes over me.

Whose blood is this?

No response.

“Answer me!” I shout, my voice bouncing off the walls.

“You…already know…sister.”

“Sister…?” I whisper.

No…I thought that was just a nightmare, I thought I… What have I done?

I murdered my sister, my dear Raven.

“Tell me I didn’t,” I whisper, tears now stinging my eyes and clogging my nose. “Tell me…”

“I can’t.”

My legs give out, and I fall onto my knees. I killed someone. It wasn’t who I thought it was. It was the person dearest to me. The only family I have left.

“Not…” His voice comes through.

“What do you mean, not?” I choke back a sob.

“Help me, Mila. Use your gift…please.”

And the silence comes. I sniff and let out a trembling breath. All that new feeling about myself disappears. All my guilt almost consumes me—the insecurities from Mother’s death, Raven’s death, the betrayals of everyone around me.

Can’t I do anything right?

What have I done to the world to deserve this?

No. Your sole purpose is to get out of here. Then you can mourn.

Use your gift.

I let a new feeling power me—the desperation to get out of here. The anger at the people who did this—trapped me inside my mind for twelve years—the anger at myself for not realizing it sooner. I let it come at me like a tidal wave, and I let it consume me.

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