Glass In His Eyes
It’s like having glass in your eye. It cuts, burns and distorts everything. That’s how Eddie sees the world now.
After the accident, after the coma everything changed. His family dead. His dog dead. His mind dying from the grief that threatened to drown him.
Shanna, his therapist, tried.
‘Eddie your life is not over. The accident wasn’t your fault.’ She leaned over taking his hands.
‘Do you hear me?’ But Eddie was elsewhere, blinking the glass from his eyes, he didn’t respond. Each session was the same. After almost a month, he was discharged, they could do no more. Eddie had to pick up his life and go on.
The taxi dropped him outside his house. Letters and wet, yellowed newspapers plugged the mailbox. His lawn overgrown and patchy. Stepping over the mail, he went inside. Rotten smells infiltrated his numb mind, trying to kickstart him into action. He went up to the bedroom hoping Donna would be there. She wasn’t of course. He nestled his face into the pajamas she had stuck under her pillow. They smelled like her. Tears flowed down his face, dripping onto the soft silk. He fell asleep still clutching them.…