Enveloped in Darkness

Crowley sat against the outer wall in the hallway, gazing off into the darkness, her face in no particular direction. She could see nothing, so the direction of her face meant nothing to her. The stillness was almost haunting. The blind young woman took a deep breath, recollecting her thoughts, and past. Her father’s booming voice threatening her very existence, causing her to lose her sight, everything all bundled into a taco of pain. Crowley hated Mexican food.

Her small fingers went up to her blindfold, stretching out the elastic. She then pulled the blindfold from her pointed ears, casting it aside, letting her eye sockets be rushed with the cool air flowing through the empty rooms. She tucked the blindfold beneath her butt so that she wouldn’t lose it. Though, it’s not like she cared if she lost it, she couldn’t see people staring at her anyways… Though, their whispers would always haunt her.

“No half-breed will ever see the world correctly…”

Crowley's pointed ear flickered slightly as she heard someone else in the room. Crowley raised an eyebrow... Looking around helplessly. There was no point, she didn't even know why she did so sometimes.

A chilling voice called out her fate.

"Prepare to die,"

His voice sounded awful, like the dead trying to reanimate, like it was her doom taking a human form telling her it was time to leave this planet. She quickly stood, grabbing her blindfold and clutching it tightly within her hands. "Where are you..?" She whispered, tilting her head upwards so that her ears had a better chance at catching the smallest wave of sound.