I groaned and rolled over to my left side of the bed. The warm blankets invited me to rest a little deeper, but I decided to crawl out and get ready for work.
I opened my eyes, but still could see nothing. Darkness remained. I leaned over and turned on the lamp. The heat from the light warmed my skin. I shook my head from side to side and rubbed my eyes with my knuckles. Once again, no sight. My head moved around spasmodically in panic and frustration.
I extended my arms in front of me, waving them all around to find something. Anything.
My heart pounded in my chest. Uncontrollably, my breathing shortened as I attempted to stand, stumbling over a sharp piece of wooden furniture. Pain shot through my right calve. Gooey liquid trailed down my bare, unshaven leg as I tried standing up again and grabbing the nearest wall I could find.
I followed the wall to the bathroom, limping as the blood dripped down my leg. I found the medicine cabinet and reached inside, knocking over an avalanche of toiletries. I couldn’t find eye drops. I turned on the ice cold water and splashed my face, hoping that would wake me from this nightmare. I fell to my knees, grasping my aching calve. And then I heard it… motion. Stirring. In the other room. Two sets of heavy footsteps pounded towards me, echoing down the hall.
I sat up and blurted through my sobbing, “Who’s there?”
A deep menacing voice whispered in my ear, “You bloody well know.”
Wind knocked out of me as a large boot kicked me in the rib. A loud cry escaped my lips. I huddled in the fetal position, not understanding what the hell was happening or who was attacking me. Every muscle in my body contracted, causing me to shiver.
“Don’t play dumb, Sarah.”
I shook my head, curling into a tighter ball. Sarah? He just said my twin sister’s name. They think I’m her.
“We’re going to slaughter you bit by bit!” He shouted in my face, the stench of his hot breath burning my skin.
They did this to me. They blinded me.
I felt numb and powerless, nearly naked on that cold bathroom floor. It was hopeless.
Then something miraculous happened. My tears shed were washing away the darkness. I could barely make out the white tile floor I was lying on. I forced myself to cry harder until I could see clearer.
I opened my eyes wider and saw that the attackers had vanished.
Not even a sound of their exit. My sight was still blurry, but I could see shapes and colors.
I took a deep breath and walked out of the bathroom, cautiously looking around the apartment.
“Hello?” I called out. Silence.
In a quick decisive action, I ran to my phone and almost dialed 911 when I noticed that my leg wasn’t bleeding anymore. It was entirely healed, as if nothing happened. My side wasn’t in pain.
Then I saw my badge and uniform hanging on the closet door. I’m a police officer.
I remembered the investigation. My twin sister’s death six years ago. The reason why I became an officer. The light on my nightstand shined a spotlight on Sarah’s photograph, a picture taken of us together a year before her murder.
We never caught them. They haunt me. Taunting me.
I took a deep breath. I walked back to the bathroom to get ready for work, bringing my .22 with me into the shower.