What is it that makes one lose their sight? A bump to the head? A punch to the eyes?
I don’t remember how I lost mine. I just woke up one morning, and I could only see blackness. I thought I was still asleep, but I felt my eyes open and close multiple times.
My name is Renée Amelia Nuit. I’m turning 27 this year, on the spring solstice. Last time I checked, I have dark red hair and brown eyes with freckles. I like to wear red, and my favorite flower is the rose.
My mother and father are orchestra members at a place called the Opera Populaire. Today, I’ve brought Madeline, the nurse who takes care of me, and she’s going to lead me to my parents. I want to surprise them. They usually keep me inside because…well, let’s just say I have to pretend to be able to see. But I don’t mind, really I don’t. I know they love me enough to hire Madeline and allow me to dismiss my suitors.
So, Madeline took me to the orchestra pit, and I smiled as my mother grasped my shoulders,
“What are you doing here Renée?”
“I came to surprise you mother,” I giggled, “Surprise!”
“Sweetheart, you should not be here,” my father came from my left.
“But, father I thought you would—“
I was interrupted by my parents instructing Madeline to take me to one of the boxes out of sight. My smile had faded by now.
Ok…so I don’t really get a whole lot of love from my parents, especially when my little sister Sarah is around. She’s everything they’ve ever wanted. At least, she can see. But, I try to remain optimistic. It’s not like they’ve locked me up or sent me away.
My hand found Madeline’s arm, and she led me up what felt like steps. She sat me down in one of the boxes, muttering,
“Nice view from up here.”
I wish I could see it…
I sat there, looking into the darkness that was my vision. I sometimes wondered what lies in that darkness. When you’re blind, you get used to the dark, learn to befriend it.
If only I knew how much I would come to love it.