Noc

Having actually wandered about amidst the company of such people before, guided only by will yet at the same time living wholeheartedly with disabilities in normal lives; It leads me to wonder that what we see hear or feel are just mere illusions beset by a constant false sense of security. That is indeed a tough question to answer in confidence, but sequentially I would have to speculate that being neither blind nor deaf wouldn't really matter to me. Will is so much stronger then petty needs.

This is my humble application, after perusing the boards I found my self appealed to the nature of this place. I enjoy melodrama, and the sorts as you will most likely surmise. I consider my self to be a amateur novelist at best so please don't criticize to harshly, I'm very fragile and break like crystal glass For the most part I try to keep my opinions separate from my characters as not to influence their personalities. This is a short glimpse into the life of Noc, a 21 year old with some problems. * * * Noc lay flat on his back, brown hair disheveled and unkempt set in a sunburst around his head. Small veins crept from the sides of his temple up to the top of his pale crown and just below the jawline. What was he staring at; The olive colored paint with hair line cracks spreading like vines across the inverted V shaped roof perhaps?. Or maybe nothing at all. Noc could spend hours staring into the void thinking of nothing. When he was younger another boy living in the same home once asked his foster mother, why Noc wouldn't answer people and just stare at nothing ignoring the world. She replied that he was playing a game and no one could shut every thought out, that the mind was always active. Noc thought her to be naive and a crass woman, he didn't live there very long. All the young man would have to do is just unfocus his eyes and hide behind them. He guessed early on that was what it must have felt like to be dead. Crisp air filled his lungs, and a sudden chill ran down the length of his slender body. Clever blue eyes darted to the side of the room without a movement of his head, wind had flung the dull bronze latches asunder with an invisible fist. There was the sound of shattering glass before violently returning to the deafening silence. Noc sat up, legs arching and head buried between his knees. In his left hand was a letter that he just recently opened, it was crumpled into a jumbled ball of white paper. Memories were as painful as salt on fresh wounds so he lived for the moment. After the accident "Who am I" was a common thought that he didn't know the answer too, no one did. Six years in his past he awoke in a hospital bed, alone with no memory. Of course they had informed him what happened, some emotionless automaton said he was found lying near the mouth of a river face up on a pebble shoreline; After he tried to commit suicide by jumping off the highest bridge in the city. Memory loss was his karma a psychologist once remarked, and that because no one had ever managed to lift Noc's veil of silence was a failure on there behalf. It wasn't really any one's fault to begin with, just that the boy never had anything important to say. He was hopeful in the beginning that his parents would come to claim him from the hospital ward, but they never came. So he made a decision not to speak. He turned his over to the translucent shards scattered across the lacquered wood planks that made up the floor. Noc's memories were like the glass scattered and clear, but there like his voice. Something else stole his attention away, a faint smell and a crackle of electricity. In the the corner of the small room the only lamp in the room went out as a moth landed on the soft iridescent glowing bulb. Noc wasn't phased by the sudden shift of power between darkness and light, empty was how he felt inside and now it had just been epitomized, but not completely. A greasy taint of street light that also hid the stars from the sky fended off the shadows around him in a near perfect rectangular box. Noc rose to his feet and walked over to the window sill following a path of orange light, glass snapped and fractured under his weight the soft undersoles of his feet bled crimson. He leaned over the edge of the window while grasping onto the letter in his hand tightly and then became weightless. Baggy clothes flared angrily at his sides and then went silent like him, he felt nothing. The paper in his hand came free and rolled into a small gutter hugging the dull gray sidewalk, ink from his parent's't last will and testament joined with soiled rain water on it's journey to the sewer. They died just the week before. After a lifetime in darkness, a world of light opened up to him. The verdancy of the forest and pastures of rolling hills swept by him faster then he had ever ran before. The smells and sounds of a place Noc hadn't experienced was all to alien, but comforting. At the speed of thought he was amidst a rabble, throngs had summoned him into their midst all smiling as they hugged and greeting him. Perfect strangers who he never saw before and two familiar faces with laugh lines on their brows. "I've been waiting for you" Noc muttered softly as he embraced his new family.