The Light Left His Eyes

       

By Meghan Tesauro

      Fiona felt for her young son, her boy that was barely out of elementary school. She could hear her heart shatter just a bit more at the look on her sons face as it was slowly transformed from fun-loving child, to the paranoid  boy he was turning into. She knew.

      She knew, with worry clear on her face as she watched him. He heard them, the voices that she herself heard.  She knew that he had inherited her own gift, and that he was developing it too soon.  Her only child was slowly going insane, his own too young mentality not ready for this.  He needed time, precious time that she knew he didn’t have. Yet Fiona could only watch as he would hear things, private snippets of thoughts that did not belong to him.  She didn’t know what to do, panic setting into her own mind as she exhausted every option available to her.

     She was losing him to the madness of the curse, his own immature  mind not ready for it. His own thoughts were being over powered by the ones of others. So she watched, helped where she could as he slowly grew up, her only hope being everything would eventually right itself in the end.

                Oh how she was wrong, she had doubted how strong this curse was.  Doubted how much it would affect her son and his slow decent into premature madness.  He would scream, cry for the voices to stop, for the whispers and screams to quiet down.

                                And the day when she finally broke, that was the day her sons voice stopped.                            

                                                                                                    It was the day the light left his young eyes.