Elias is an unusual case. But not exactly in a good way. It was four years that he'd been completely blind.
One day, a feminine voice appears in his room, claiming to be untouchable and disembodied.
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When the morning light hit Elias's room, he rolled over in his bed. The window was open, so he could feel the warming rays of dawn on his face, but honestly he wasn't ready to wake up. The night had worn him out, and he hadn't been able to get much sleep even after turning off his music. His mind was filled with jumbled thoughts and mixed feelings. Most were angry and bitter.
He pondered whether he should listen to music to drown it out, but decided against it. He remembered his guitar, sitting against the far wall. It was acoustic, and he loved playing it; but it was given to him by his mother. That memory was enough to stop him from touching it.
He could play other instruments, such as the piano and the cello; he preferred string instruments. Despite his lack of vision, he'd more or less kept up on his practicing. People used to call him a prodigy.
But these days, the dark and sad ones, he often didn't play. It was too much pain.
Behind his bookcase, Aerin cautiously pulled the earmuffs off, leaving them around her neck. There was no sound coming from the boy's room; she wondered if he'd left. Deciding it wouldn't hurt to look, she cautiously tip-toed out onto the bookshelf.
He was still there, all right. But, after running his hand through his dark hair, he flopped back onto his bed. He seemed conflicted, and sad. Despite her animosity towards his loud tendencies, her heart went out to him. Sure, he was a big lug, but he must've been through a lot, losing his sight and all. Plus, he was super moody; that had to come from more than just being a teenager. Aerin was moody too; just not as bad.
She leaned against the Braille books on his shelf, watching him with a frown. If only she were big, like the humans. Maybe she could help him. But at her size, she was much too afraid to reach out to him. What if he hurt her, or killed her? Heck, he could even eat her. And nobody would know she ever even existed..
The dark thoughts running through her head gave her chills, but she couldn't bring herself to go inside her room. What was the harm in watching for a while?
Elias listened for a moment as he lay on his bed. There was shuffling coming from his bookcase, something trying to be very quiet. He'd realized that his lack of eyesight had, in fact, enhanced his other senses. So, he listened carefully, as it stopped.
