“Zac?” He heard his mother calling him, but he didn’t want to get up and acknowledge that he was awake.
Zac didn’t even know if he was actually awake anyway.
The only way he could tell if he was awake or not, was to see if the sun was up. And how was he supposed to know that now…
Groaning n his mind, he remained still. Not wanting to let anyone know he was awake.
“Get up, Zac.” Isaac said from somewhere in the room. “I know you’re awake.” He stated.
Trying to keep motionless, Zac remained quiet. Isaac could only be guessing that he was awake.
“Zac, your eyes are open.” Taylor told him softly.
At that, Zac squeezed his eyes shut tightly, but started to sit up anyway. He was going to have to work on keeping his eyes shut when he was awake evidently.
“And why do I have to get up?” He questioned bitterly. “To see the sunrise?” He asked. “Or was it to practice?”
Taylor and Isaac didn’t say anything, but Zac could hear them breathing, so he knew they were still in the room with him.
“Be quiet, Zac.” Isaac said softly, his stomach churning in his stomach with guilt.
“No, I won’t be quiet!” Zac shouted in return. “If I’m up just to practice, I won’t.” He told him. “Because in case no one has noticed yet, I am blind!”
“Zac, be quiet!” Isaac yelled. Not being able to handle him screaming about being blind because of him.
“No, let him talk.” Mrs. Hanson said softly from the doorway.
Immediately Zac felt bad. Anger was running strong in him, and he wanted to continue screaming. Wanted to get out all of his frustration, because nothing was familiar to him anymore. Nothing...
He couldn’t pick up his drumsticks and play, because even though he could’ve beat out a tune in a heart beat two weeks ago, he couldn’t see where everything was at now.
A sudden sickening though struck him at that moment.
“Zac, are you okay?” Taylor’s worried voice asked.
Struggling with his new reality, Zac looked up, hopefully to where his brothers were standing. “I have to learn everything all over again. I have to learn to play the drums… all over again.” He stated it… not asked.
When no one said anything he tried running for the door to get away. Running into the door-jam, then into whomever it was that was standing there. And trying to get down the stairs was a trip and a half, and it ended with him lying face first in the carpet on the ground.
His mother had screamed and ran to him, his brothers tailing her, and they were all talking at once, asking if he was okay, if he was hurt, if he need something.
That only infuriated him more. “God, I’m not a child!” He yelled, before he started running some more.
Only he didn’t get far through the house. And it made his blood boil; he couldn’t do anything more. Couldn’t walk without falling or bumping into anything, couldn’t see where his drums were… so he couldn’t play those to get out the frustration. Couldn’t draw cause he couldn’t find his sketchbook or pencils… what in the hell was he supposed to do now? Become a vegetable?
Zac shook his head furiously. There had to be something that he could do, he just had to figure out what it was.
