The Good are Blind


Sophia K. Bell, Dedicated Writer

The Good Are Blind




“Annaleigh.” my father’s voice echoes chillingly. His voice is low and threatening. 

“You must learn somehow, child, when to Just. Give. In.” His voice gets louder with every word. 

“Stop trying to be a hero, as you will never  be one. They’re all going to leave you behind someday. And that someday will hit you when you least expect it.” His voice was at an extraordinary high level of noise, but then suddenly dropped to a whisper. 

“Don’t be a fool, Annaleigh.”


Chapter 1



I sit up, gasping for air. The nightmare had gotten to me more than it should have, I have spent more time in dreamland than in the normal world. But the world is dark. Yet it wasn’t always. 

But it all started when I was 10 years old. I didn’t want to move. I loved it in that old house, every detail of it. But my father insisted we move after my mother died. He told me that we were moving to a town called Warblington. Which I looked up on the way there and found out it never existed. There is a place in England, but this Warblington was supposed to be in New Jersey. And once we passed the town borders, I went blind. Not blind in one eye, or just a little blind. Completely blind. And I was banned to go outside of the town ever again. Back when I was that young, things were hard. I had to learn to get around a new town without any sight. It was terrifying, but I managed it. It’s been 4 years since that. And I haven’t ever seen this town. All I hear is constant voices, fake pity tinging their voices. So many voices, but I can never really hear them. It’s hard being one of the only blind in this town. There are a few others, kids my age, give or take a few years. But everybody else can see perfectly. I’ve heard my dad exclaiming that his eyesight has gotten so much better. I wish I could leave. I bet I could see outside of this town. But I’m never allowed out. Once you are in, you can never leave. 

But enough about that. I force myself to get up, and into fresh clothing. I’ve got it color-coded, so I can tell what I’m wearing.

“Aleigh, are you up?” my father calls up the stairs. 

I stride down the stairs. “Appears so.” He laughs and hugs me, nothing like the version of him I saw in the dream. 

“Strawberries and oatmeal. Actually eat it this time.” He orders. I nod. 

“Good. I’m leaving for work. Alright, Aleigh?” 

“It’s fine.” He leaves, shutting the door behind him. But I know that all of what he said was a charade. He…isn’t the man you just saw. It’s taken me years of eavesdropping to collect all of the information I have on him. The conversations that he and the  other “seerers” have revealed it all to me. Cecilia and Alexandria are the others who know this. Alexandria can see, being the daughter of the most powerful woman in town. But Cecilia cannot. She’s 15, older than most of the blind, but I’m only a year behind her. Alexandria is 14, and a blue-eyed brunette who sasses pretty much everyone she meets. Cecilia is quiet, with hair the color of tar and eyes like emeralds. I’ve never truly seen either of them, but we trust each other. Being the only girls around the same age, we have to. 

“Annaleigh!” A voice hisses. I flinch, even though I was expecting the voice to sound anytime. 

“I’m over here, blind.” Alexandria, as sarcastic as normal. 

“So am I.” Cecilia chimes in. 

“I’m still confused about how you get in the house every time.” I called out. 

“That’s not important. Are you ready?” Alexandria asks. 

“As ready as I’ll ever be.” I sigh.

“Good.” Cecilia adds. I mentally say goodbye to the things I leave behind, from the pink porcelain pig I named Petunia when I was 5 years old, to the creaky step on the staircase. But I’m not leaving behind my found family. This gives me the strength to open the side door,  walk out, and don’t look back. 



Is it hard to leave your hometown?, you might ask. Well, yes. Yes it is. But my mother isn’t who she says she is. She acts like the sweetest person you’ll ever meet when she’s around most people, but her secret meetings say otherwise. She seems to be in charge, and I even have a video of her. It’s horrifying. But I should have seen it coming. Before she became so cruel that I have to run. I wish I didn’t have to run. But when your mother is literally sucking out the eyesight of the innocent, there is no choice. I need to stop her before it’s too late. The only thing stopping her from taking my eyesight is she believes I’ll be her heir. I refuse to be her heir. I’ll get my friends out of here if I die trying. They’re more like sisters, and I won’t let them down. Not now, not ever. 



I don’t talk much. It’s just an instinct. Silence is safer.  Silence prevents me from being caught. When my parents moved us here when I was 2, I went silent. I never laughed, never cried, never talked. And I was a baby.  When I turned 6, though, I met Alexandria. Alexandria wasn’t quiet. She was sarcastic, loquacious, and personality-filled. She slowly drew me out of my silence, even though it took her 6 years. I’ve been talking sometimes for 2 years now, all thanks to her. Annaleigh is newer to me, but she was there too even in the non-talking years. They’re more like sisters, honestly. But I have a less traumatic experience than them. I knew that my mother was evil since I was small. My father isn’t as bad, as far as I can tell. At least, he wasn’t before he died. A year ago, there was a horrible power outage for two hours. Two hours when I heard no sound. Nothing at all, only the pounding of my heart and the rhythm of my breath. I found his body and started screaming as the power came on. Maybe I do have damage too. But don’t we all? 



Did you know that Warblington isn’t real? You won’t find it on any map, won’t be able to locate it on a GPS. It’s all based on an illusion my mother created. Unfortunately, she’s delusional. Fortunately, she’s delusional enough to think I’m on her side. This gives me enough time to get out of here before she realizes. She told me the only way out of here years ago, when she had a dangerously high fever. Thankfully, she never realized it. Annaleigh pulls open the side gate, and we all slip out. We’re leaving in broad daylight, as we think it should make this seem innocent.

 CLANG! The gate’s lock fastens. I shoot a look at Annaleigh. 



I blink. I’ve become lost in my own head so long I didn’t even realize we’ve made it to the edge of town. We walk towards the white picket fence keeping us in. Cecilia slips the gate open, so much easier than I thought it would be. The birds go silent as a cemetery at night.  The trees whisper a warning. The wind whistles.  Alexandria taps a stone in a specific pattern. But then everything goes absolutely silent. Still. No movement at all. I turn, staring with dread at the people of the town. My father heads towards me, clamping onto my arm. I bite it like a tiger, drawing blood. He lets go, and I take off running. I grab onto Cecilia and Alexandria, but Alexandria doesn’t hang on. I watch her lean close to Cecilia. Then she shoves me through the gate. I land hard on the ground in the normal world. I cry out, pulling at the gate. 



“Please. Go. I’ll stall them all. Leave now.” I whisper to Cecilia. I allow myself to move closer to my mother. “I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry.”



I scream and tug at Alexandria’s hand. She looks close to tears but shoves me off. 

“GO.” She whispers. And then she shoves me through the gate. Annaleigh looks up at me. I see her face streaked with tears, pounding on the picket fence much stronger than it appears, trying her hardest to get back in. Then she gives up. Our eyes meet, and I feel a truth too horrible to say. Alexandria isn’t coming.



I raise my head and prepare to make excuses. I won’t let them get Cecilia and Annaleigh. Never. So I’ll do whatever I have to do. Anything. 



To Be Continued…