Sight is a rare genetic disorder that usually leaves those who have it insane or worse. After sustaining a head injury, you open your eyes and see for the first time.
The fifth sense
I rubbed my eyes in terror, almost scratching at them as much as I was rubbing them. I opened them again and was filled with sight. I started shaking as I was bombarded with the world around me.
"Oh, good, you're awake," a man said, running his fingers through my hair slowly. "The damage doesn't feel too bad, but you shouldn't do anything for the next couple of days. Can you stand up?"
The man looked through me with his cold, gray eyes. Around him were other spectators who watched me fall. I tripped during my run in the park, and the collision with the concrete made me lose consciousness. And evidently, gain something as well.
The bystanders were turned in my general direction, but a lot of them looks around me rather than right at me. I never considered that people could look so different from one another. They looked odd. A lot of them with their mouths hanging open, and their clothing was mish-mashed and severely wrinkled. I scrambled away from them as the man reached his hands out aimlessly, trying to find me again.
"Hey, are you hurt that bad? I can take you to a hospital. I'm sure there's one around here," he suggested, standing up and walking towards me.
"No! Stay away, I'm fine!"
His hands stopped groping the air and he nodded to himself, satisfied.
"You be careful, okay? I don't know what happened, but you got all of our attention when you hit the ground. Try to stay in your space for a while," he said, waving his hands ahead of him as he walked away. The others in the area did the same, moving around in various directions.
"Wha... where am I? I can't tell where I am," I said to no one and everyone at the same time.
A young girl walking by looked at me with her eyes bloodshot red. They wouldn't focus on me, instead rapidly searching for something to lock on to. Is that what young eyes did when they were normal?
"We're in Repo Park. I'm about three steps east of you. And the entrance is north of me and south of you, do you understand?"
Is stared at her, horrified. I couldn't get my sight to turn off and her eyes encapsulated me. Shaking in all directions, refusing to focus. They looked like they were in constant pain. I blinked a couple of times to try and make my vision go dark again, but it refused to go away. I covered my eyes with my face.
"Yes, I think I understand," I said, standing up. I didn't want to look at anything but at the same time, curiosity clawed at my eyes. I wanted to take in everything I'd missed for years. The sights associated with the sounds. The look of the park, the people, even my home-space. I walked towards my home space thanks to the directions this girl gave me. I was lucky it was still bright out, or I wouldn't be able to feel where the sun was, and subsequently not know my way home.
I fought my temptation to open my eyes until I made it to my space. I breathed deeply and uncovered my eyes. I gasped in shock. All my belongings were scattered, which wasn't so bad, but the entire surrounding area was covered in filth, various scratch marks, and various detritus of others having been here. But what was most shocking was a little nook above my space.
There were three beings sleeping on top of my space. Completely pale-looking humans. People I never knew were there before. In my space. They could have been above me for years without my knowing.
"Who are you?" I asked.
One jumped up and lunged at me, his eyes nothing but white orbs on his face. I ran from him and he quickly changed directions as his attention was pulled elsewhere. The other two were poised and ready to fight. I backed off and they backed down. My space was never my own. My heart raced. All these years I felt safe in my space, yet these things were around me.
Having taken a few steps from my space, I was finally able to look at the scene around me. It was nothing but corpses and skeletons in the nook above my space. A nest of rot. Things I previously thought were rubber bags of garbage were dead humans, strewn about my area. I held back my instinct to throw up. They had chunks taken out of them like something had been eating them. Many were missing their eyes in their dead faces. The thing that had chased me earlier was crouched over an old, rotting man, and chewing at his thigh. I gagged.
I turned to flee the area but saw that the entire area was strewn with corpses. Every way I turned, I saw more of the dead.
"No," I whispered, unable to hold back my revulsion. I threw up and the three being from around my space turned toward me. They acknowledged each other as if coming to an understanding.
I understood. They were able to see. And I was not supposed to join them in sight. I was a threat. I was supposed to remain a blind cattle, waiting for their surplus to deplete and their hunger to increase. The three raced towards me, sharp teeth bared, and I could do nothing but run, screaming for the last moments of my life.
Well that was dark