Chapter 1
I Don't think I can ever be Normal. I've never had a normal childhood. I don't think there was a time when I could see. all my life I have been abnormal. kids cry when they see me, mothers worry and others look..
they think being blind is a weakness but I do not have a weakness, I feed off people's memories I know their every move, their every decision. their weak little kinks, I know what can kill humanity.
On the busy streets of New York City, walks Ophelia Lane, as her naturally define small curls bounced with every power walk she struck, determined to get what she wants. Instead of smelling flowers, small noises, and fewer people in your personal space. You get the opposite
Ophelia Lane is the world’s most painter.. not famous yet but will be soon. people are in awe of her work, while most flaunt their hate Ophelia is used to the world’s hatred of her. some people accuse her of fraud or plagiarism Ophelia couldn’t care less about what people think of her “Another beautiful art by Ophelia Lane. what’s the surprise?” Jim Webster is a slim white Caucasian man, with brown, flowing hair that shines so brightly than the sun, due to the massive chemicals in his hair from fancy dyes.
Jim is an influencer queer ally known to buy art and also whose husband scammed loads of people and skip town who is now wanted. Jim spends all this time in his apartment, which was luckily in his name and not his husband “I was hoping to discuss a deal?” Jim left the door open and walked inside his apartment I stepped inside the luxurious Apartment as Jim’s maid Lydia shut the door locking the three locks he had placed on “New locks?” Jim looks back at me “Can’t be too careful, Lydia darling. two vodkas” Lydia is Jim’s personal assistant. Lydia stayed by Jim’s side when everyone canceled him because of his husband.
I walked into the foyer that had an easel placed in the middle I put my painting on the easel and stood near it, Jim sat in front of the easel “This must be very good if you come to me” I smiled I was about to speak but Lydia step into the foyer with two vodkas in her hand she goes to hand me one but I politely decline “No darling those two Vodkas are mines” Jim crossed his legs like always when he’s about to have his afternoon drink “okay begin” I waited until Jim took a sip of his Vodkas and pulled the Canvas around for his eyes to see my new painting. Jim stared at the painting with no words or even a blink. He was memorized by it “It’s a painting of what I see every day. I call it-”
“It’s beautiful, How much?” Jim cut me off setting the Vodkas down “This is no price, it’s a contract between us” Jim was surprised at Ophelia Lane ever since social media and everyone ‘canceled him’. no one has made a contract with him for months “Now I’m very intrigued” Jim cupped his hands together and brought them to his knees “What kind of contract is it?”
Ophelia knew this was a long shot, but she just had to try for months she’d been looking for a warehouse storage to place her paintings and open her art own gallery. but every owner out in New York tries to scam her. just because she’s blind
“A very business one, you’ve had this huge warehouse space that your grandfather left you and I’ve noticed you don’t even go near it, I was wondering if I can have it?”
Jim was thinking. Of Course, Ophelia can have the warehouse, it meant nothing to him just a piece of huge brick laughing at him because of his failures. Jim’s Grandfather hated him because he was gay and public about it, Imagine a 10-year-old Jewish boy with brown hair confiding in his own family that he doesn’t like girls. yes, he has tried dating girls in college, but the more he gets to know them the more he gets to know himself. being gay in any world or universe isn’t easy like straight boys getting a clap on their back or praise for having intercourse with a female.
admitting that you are gay or that you are confused about what you like get you kicked out of your family, a laughing stock, the terrifying disappointed look on your parent’s face, that says.. You are not their child anymore. It’s horrible
The only reason Jim received that building from his grandfather was because he was the only grandson in the family.
Jim paced around the chair “Deal, But I would like a VIP seat for the grand opening” The amount of excitement Ophelia felt was amazing. she won’t be lying in saying this is the first time she felt this way.
After letting Jim agree to the contract and calling up both their lawyers and setting a date to sign the papers. Ophelia left the fancy apartment Walking down the same pavement. Ophelia never lived a life of being rich. her family stayed in the working class paycheck to paycheck to pay bills. but trust it was never a struggle for her. but then again she was only a little girl to even remember. Ophelia’s father Danny was everything to her, her mother left her at a younger age which means it was only her father and herself, along with her grandparents. Her father Danny was a kind man he gave up his life for Ophelia. He was a young man in college getting his doctor’s degree, but it was all ruined when her evil mother stepped in with a fresh pregnant belly ready to pop claiming that he was the father.
and of course, Danny is such a kind and smart man that he agreed to drop everything to raise Ophelia in a small two-bedroom section 8 apartment. Ophelia walked towards the train station seeing that cars weren’t suitable in her state.
Once stepping onto the platforms of the subway Ophelia waited on the public train, but what she didn’t know was that her worst nightmare was near and fast “Excuse me” A lady bumped into her Ophelia was breathless.
‘Crowds’
Crowds weren’t Ophelia’s scene. due to the fact-
Ophelia gasped at the painful images entering her eyesight, flashes of a brand newborn baby coming out of his mother’s womb, the woman kissing the baby on his forehead, more images flash faster skipping ahead of now the newborn boy’s birthdays, him turning eight, all his graduations, to the very end where he enters the same subway station Ophelia is in and steal her bag that hangs in her hand. The last vision was of him dying in an ally way. blood pouring out of his right side neck as Ophelia’s purse lays on his arm.
the sound of Ophelia’s ears rings and the nausea takes over her as she finally gave up and hits the floor. people gather around her gasping wondering if they should help the poor blind girl, while others secretly judge why was she left alone by herself like a toddler. but then again a Toddler has more freedom than her.
at least a savior comes to her rescue, A brown-skinned 8-year-old runs up the Ophelia calling out to his caretaker for help.
In a Hospital room laid Ophelia was sound asleep with her dark brown skin shining from the sun of the window to her right half open with the curtains pulled apart. A door can be heard knocking echoing the small room. waking Ophelia from her sleep, she thought it was a doctor telling her that she was fine and just needed sleep. but then the walkie-talkie, heavy boots, heavy after-shave smell, and coffee stain breath can be smelled. “Ophelia Lane?” the officer asks as Ophelia lifts herself off the hard plastic bed “Yes.”
“A man was killed today at an alleyway near the substation where you collapse, you’re personal information and belongings were at the scene of the crime” Ophelia wished she could roll her eyes at this arrogant man.
“Yes, I was robbed and I guess the event caused me to collapse, Are you Interrogating me of this crime, Officer?” The officer shook his head but then admittedly stopped remembering that she was blind “N-no ma’am”
Ophelia felt the officer shuffle on his feet “But I do know who killed that man” The officer was shocked at Ophelia’s answers. he offered to take her to the station himself. which she agreed to once she checked out.
Arriving at the police department, The officer helped her in the building due to the fact she lost her cane stick at the substation “Chef, I brought a witness on who knows who killed the guy in the ally” The department chef looked up from his computer waving at the officer to bring her closer. The man guides Ophelia to sit in front of the chef’s desk “Kevin, go get us some water” The chef commands. now knowing the officer’s name that helped Ophelia to get here she settled in. “ma’am, if you can take off the glasses?”
Ophelia sighs and takes them off putting them on her lap “The chef waved his hand knowing Ophelia wasn’t looking at him. “I’m blind sir” The chef was also shocked like everyone else in the world.
“Um. then I am sorry but we need a valid personal statement, like a visual witness” The chef gets up to open the door “Are you saying I can’t give a statement knowing I know who killed the man, because I’m blind?” The chef sighs sitting back in his chair “Okay, did you hear the person?”
“He had blonde hair in a black baseball cap, he had a scar near his bottom lip and a tattoo of the name Miranda on his left forearm.” The chef looked at Ophelia while writing down the details. “I hope you’re telling the truth ma’am” The Chef walks out of the room as Ophelia sits still, waiting for her belongings to return to her. “Hello?” Ophelia tilt her head to the right slightly as the random voice walks closer. “Your water?” Ophelia would have thought it was Kevin the officer before but the voice was much deeper. ” Ophelia reaches her hand to get the water but accidentally touches the man. But this time only one vision showed in her head.
A woman screaming while a knife plunges into her throat and the killer walks away, a man comes running in minutes later crying over the bed woman’s body, other images show Ophelia and the said man crying while riding in a car, and then the same car flipped over due to a car crash. Ophelia can see herself sitting in the passenger seat, the man driving, and a kid about in his teens in the back passed out dying.
Ophelia gasped as she pulled back her hand as the man watched the plastic cup of water fall onto the floor. the man looks back up at Ophelia “You’re going to die.” The man looked at Ophelia scared.
