Blind - Chapter 5

Okay, this is a short chapter, but it seemed suspense-y. :)

That night, on Sunday, we roasted marshmallows outside in our fire pit. I like fire because it makes me feel warm and cozy and snuggly, and safe. But being threatened with fire would be scary. I've never touched it before but I've almost and it's really hot. My family tries to explain fire to me. They say it is a bright color called orange and it dances. I wonder how fire dances. I think it would be spectacular to see.

We put marshmallows on metal sticks then put them over the fire. I waited until someone told me mine had caught fire or it was perfectly cooked. They usually catch fire.

"Ember, it's about to catch." Jason said. His mouth is muffled out by the bite of s'more he stuffed in his mouth.

I quickly pulled it out of the fire and pulled it close to my face—not too close, but close enough so I could blow the fire out.

I waited a while for it to cool down, then I asked Mother if she could make a s'more for me. I showed her my marshmallow, and I felt a tugging at the metal stick as she pulled the marshmallow of it. A minute later I had my graham cracker, chocolate, and marshmallow treat.

We went to bed soon after. It was later than I expected, about 9:00 p.m. When Mother came to say goodnight to me, I felt her sit on my bed, right next to my legs.

"Honey, I'm going to show you a special thing tomorrow," she said.

My heart pounded really hard and I could hear every single beat in my ears. "O-okay." I say, then roll over so she can't see my face.

"Goodnight, Ember. I love you," Mother says, kissing the back of my head. She gets up and when I hear the door slowly close I know she's gone.

I sit up in bed. I put my hands on my face, feeling every feature I have on me. I can't feel much. My hair is very long. I know that. It stood right before my butt, and it feels very straight. I place two fingers on my nose, wondering if it looks bad. Then I shake my head. It doesn't matter what other people think about me, especially how I look. I don't even know for myself.

I sighed, lay back down, and try to fall asleep. Eventually it works.

I woke up the next morning to someone shaking me. It wasn't Sheila, I knew that. It could be either Mother, Father, or Jason. I put my hands in front of me, feeling their face and hair. It wasn't Mother, either. He had short hair, and I was certain Mother had fairly long hair.

It was probably Father.

"Wake up, sleepy head, Mom wants to talk to you," the voice said, and I knew it was Jason. He never comes in my room. What was going on? What happened to Sheila waking me up in the morning?

Maybe something was wrong.