TUESDAY MORNING

The door opened downstairs and I wildly shut off the computer after erasing my history. I had no luck in finding this… “Videns” Organization. There had been short mentions and shadows, but nothing that could lead me to it. I called to Mom and Dad, letting them know that I was back. The rest of the night was the same as ever, and I went to bed.

However, when I went to bed the rain was pouring down heavily and the crickets were silent. The air was still heavy and moist. I had a long, protective ledge over my window, so I kept it open. The rain pounded on the roof rhythmically as I lay in bed, not able to sleep. I rolled over so that I was facing my nightstand and the window. The letter was in a drawer in the nightstand, and I was tempted to look at it again. I wanted to, but I was afraid I still would not be able to read it. I thought back to what the partners had said. I couldn’t read the letter because I could not see in the way required. I pulled it out in defeat and turned on my bedside lamp. I rolled onto my back and held the letter above my head, looking at the invisible words. I still couldn’t read them. I growled quietly and plopped it down on my chest, rubbing my face tiredly. I thought about the words. I concentrated on how much I wanted to read them, how I wanted to see them. Like the ‘sIght’. I wanted the sIght. I opened my eyes again and scanned over the text. Much to my disappointment, I still didn’t see anything. I couldn’t stand it. I got up and opened the email.

“I want the sIght.” I sent. They didn’t reply, so I went to bed again, just wanting my mind to be clear.

I woke up to a bright light shining in my eyes, and a hot feeling creeping up my body. I opened my eyes, looking around. I was in a dark room. A room to dark to be my own. It was pitch black and the only light seemed to be coming from right in front of me. My whole body was hot now, and I felt like my limbs were restrained. I tried moving them, and found that it was true. I struggled against them and closed my eyes, feeling the strain of the brightness. A woman’s voice came to my ears. It was hoarse and raspy, as if she had not spoken in a long while or as if it was a great task for her to do so. She asked me in a very menacing way if I wanted the sIght. I replied with a strong yes, letting my curiosity guide me. She asked me again, and I replied in the same way as before, but saying it over a few times. I had a nagging thought in the back of my head to say no, but I ignored it, as if I had no control over myself. She said that I would have to earn it though trials, and I accepted without hesitation.

I woke up immediately after that, cool air flooding my body and fresh air entering my system. I took a deep breath, smelling the moist air that carried the unforgettable scent of freshly-fallen rain on soil. I smiled at sat up, stretching and yawning contentedly. I seemed unaffected by the ominous ‘trials’ that awaited me.

I went downstairs to find no one up yet. I opened all the windows and sat down on the couch, covered myself in my blanket with a huge bowl of cereal in my lap and turned on cartoons. I settled in and breathed in the refreshing air, only half eating and half watching the TV. I was wondering what kind of ‘trials’ they would be. I wondered if it would be ultra-dramatic.  My thoughts wandered to old cheesy Chinese action movies. The cartoons were having an effect on my brain.