I Lost My Sight, But This Morning, Miraculously, I Could See Again.

I Lost My Sight, But This Morning, Miraculously, I Could See Again. I Wanted To Tell My Parents The Good News

I Lost My Sight, But This Morning, Miraculously, I Could See Again. I Wanted To Tell My Parents The Good News

Part - 2

I am at the Villa but I don’t see you or your parents. So dusty here, like no one has lived here for a long time. Noah sounded puzzled. I was appalled. Noah sent me a photo; indeed, it was the Villa, but Noah was right: it seemed to be unoccupied for a long time. The sofa was covered with a thick layer of dust, and the room corners even had cobwebs. Clearly, that was not the Villa I was in right now, but the layout was exactly the same as this Villa. 

A chill ran down my spine as I looked again at the photos Noah had sent. Something was terribly wrong. It was like I was trapped in a nightmare, and the more I tried to wake up, the deeper I seemed to fall. I knew I needed to get out of here before it was too late. With my phone still in my hand, I sent a message to Noah, describing exactly where I was and asking him to try to find an alternative way into this other Villa. I had to do it silently. I knew those imposters could hear anything I said. “I’ll try,” he replied quickly. “Don’t leave your room until I get there.” 

I was beginning to sweat with anxiety, my heart pounding. I heard the man’s footsteps descending the stairs, but that didn’t mean he had given up. I moved away from the door, trying to think of what to do while waiting for Noah. Time seemed to drag, and the silence of the house was unnerving. I didn’t know where those two were or what they might do if they discovered I could see again. 

Suddenly, I heard footsteps climbing the stairs again. The sound made my stomach drop. The door to the bedroom was locked, but that didn’t make me feel any safer. The knocks echoed from the other side. “Ella, I brought more soup,” it was the voice of that woman, the one pretending to be my mother. I took a deep breath, trying to stay calm. “I’m not hungry, Mom,” I replied, trying to disguise the fear in my voice. “But you need to eat. Open the door, dear.” I felt tears beginning to well up in my eyes. 

What did they want from me? They were clearly trying to control me, and I had no idea why. All I knew was that I needed to buy time until Noah arrived. “I’m tired. I’m just going to sleep a little longer,” I said, forcing a yawn. Silence. After a moment, I heard footsteps retreating again. I let out a breath I hadn’t even realized I was holding and sat down on the bed, my head pounding. 

That was when I noticed something strange: the glass of water on the nightstand. I was sure it hadn’t been there before. My mind started connecting the dots, and the fear inside me grew. They were trying to drug me. A shiver ran through my body, and all I wanted to do was run, but I knew I had to be smart. I waited a few minutes, trying to calm myself. I needed to be ready for when Noah arrived. I grabbed a piece of paper and quickly wrote a note: “They are not my parents. Do not trust them.” I hid the paper under the pillow, hoping Noah would find it if something went wrong. 

Then I heard a noise coming from downstairs: a door slamming and then quick footsteps. Someone was coming. I stood up from the bed, my heart racing. When the doorknob started to move, I backed away instinctively. It was locked, but I knew it wouldn’t last long if they wanted to get in. “Ella, dear, open the door, please,” the woman’s voice came now without any sweetness, as a cold command. “We don’t want to hurt you, my dear.” My body froze. The doorknob kept turning, and I knew they might try to break the door down. Desperation washed over me, and then I remembered the window. It was my only way out. 

I went to it quickly and looked down. It was high, but maybe I could make it down using the balcony railing. Without thinking twice, I opened the window carefully and began climbing down, gripping the railing and trying not to look down. The cold night wind gave me chills, but I couldn’t stop. As soon as I reached the ground, I started running, not looking back. My legs were trembling, but I needed to find Noah. I ran through the Villa’s yard until I reached the gate. It was locked, of course, but there was an opening in the fence. A small hope. I squeezed through it, scratching my arms, but I managed to get through. 

As soon as I got to the road, I saw headlights approaching. It was Noah. I ran towards the car, waving frantically. He stopped abruptly and got out, running towards me. “Ella!” he hugged me tightly, and I allowed myself to cry, relieved to finally be with someone I could trust. “They are my parents, Noah!” I screamed, sobbing. “They’re imposters, trying to keep me trapped there. Let’s get out of here now!” He pulled me to the car, and I quickly got in. Noah went around and got in the driver’s seat, immediately speeding away. 

I looked back through the window. The Villa was there, but something seemed different. The lights were off, and for a moment, it looked even more abandoned, like the photo Noah had shown me. I felt dizzy, like I was losing my grasp on reality. “You’re safe now, Ella. I promise,” Noah’s voice was firm, but I noticed something in his tone that unsettled me. “Where are we going?” I asked, trying to keep my fear under control. “To a safe place, where no one can hurt you.” 

Suddenly, something felt wrong. I looked at Noah’s face, trying to find the comfort he always gave me, but his eyes were fixed on the road, and there was something in them that made me uneasy. I remembered the note I left under the pillow. What if Noah wasn’t who I thought he was either? “Noah,” I began, hesitant. “You believe me, don’t you? About everything I said?” He looked at me for a second with a strange smile on his lips. “Of course, Ella. I always believe you.” My heart sank, and I realized the nightmare was far from over. 

Noah kept driving, and although I was relieved to be far away from that strange house, something still felt wrong inside me. I looked at him, trying to find comfort, but there was something strange in his eyes, something I couldn’t quite understand. My memories were hazy, and a feeling of unreality was washing over me. Suddenly, I began to feel incredibly weak, as if all the strength was leaving my body. The view in front of me began to distort, and Noah’s voice became distant, as if he was speaking from the end of a long tunnel. I wanted to scream, wanted to ask what was happening, but I couldn’t form the words. Everything around me started to fade into a blur, and I was engulfed in a deep, comforting darkness. 

Suddenly, a bright light appeared, and I found myself in a completely different place. There was no car, no road, no Noah. I was in a vast field covered in a soft mist. In the distance, I saw familiar figures, and my heart pounded with emotion and fear. It was my mother, or what looked like my mother, and beside her, my father. They were smiling at me, but the smiles weren’t warm; they were cold, expressionless. “Ella, dear,” my mother called, extending her hand to me. “It’s time for you to come with us.” I took a step back. Something inside me was telling me that this wasn’t right. They weren’t my parents. I felt it deep in my soul. “No, I… I can’t go with you,” I replied, my voice sounding weak and distant. My mother’s smile disappeared, replaced by an expression of impatience. That was when I heard another voice, a voice I would recognize anywhere. “Ella, don’t go.” I turned and saw Noah, or someone who looked like Noah, but there was something different about him.