[ WP ] A gifted eye surgeon is contacted by a 6 year old former patient . After 6 months , he wishes to be blind again .

`` It hurts,'' she whispered, her young voice feeble with tears. 
 
 The surgeon's hands shook as he held the phone close to his ear. Hot, salty tears burned his eyes as he listened to the painful sorrows of his youngest patient. 
 
 Six months previously, a struggling family came to him seeking help for their blind daughter, who had been born blind due to premature birth. She had lived happily for six years, content in the vision-free world and seeing with her mind rather than her eyes. The young girl was content with how she lived her life; her parents were not. 
 
 The parents sobbed to him about how they wanted more for their child, but they did n't have the money for a corneal transplant. They begged him, pleaded him, they would do *anything* for him if he would only save their daughter from the darkness. 
 
 With a heart heavy with sympathy, he agreed to do the surgery only if they sent updates and pictures on her life after the operation. Ecstatic, they agreed quickly, and he had received pictures and happy letters every week since the operation was ruled a success. 
 
 `` I do n't like it. I do n't understand,'' she stuttered out painfully, her voice low as to not allow her sleeping parents to hear her woes. 
 
 Six months previously, her parents decided it was for the best if she would be able to see. She did n't understand why she needed vision to see, as feeling her way through life with her thoughts and imagination was enough for her. But her parents digressed, and contacted a surgeon desperately. 
 
 The surgeon agreed, and she was scared. Life was difficult in the dark, but she was terrified that now all her fears of seeing scary monsters and evil demons would come to life. 
 
 Two weeks after the surgery, she was allowed to take the bandages off. As her eyes cracked open, she cried out. The brightness burned her eyes, and the young girl quickly hid her face in the pillow, afraid of what lurked in the light. She was familiar with the dark. The dark was comforting, like a fleece blanket in the harsh winters. The light was a foreign sight, as discomforting as sitting in the doctor's office waiting for results. 
 
 She slowly adapted to the light, taking in the beauty of colors and seeing the sky for the first time. She was so *happy*, she finally could see the happy rays of the warm sun, see the beauty of her mother's face ( and she was much more beautiful than her voice portrayed ), see the colors of the silky petals she had spent so much time caressing with her tiny fingers. 
 
 But things soon started to change. 
 
 The scary wispy voices that used to whisper to her as she tried to sleep were granted faces. Pale, tall, monstrous beings that stood over her while she lay in bed, hiding her face and eyes underneath her covers. Never touching, only watching. She whimpered and shook with fear; sleep began to evade her. 
 
 `` I want them to go away,'' she cried timidly, her pudgy fingers gripping the phone like a lifeline as she hid under her covers. 
 
 `` I'm sorry,'' he whispered just as quietly, `` I do n't know how to fix this.'' 
 
 `` I do n't want to see anymore,'' she sobbed desperately. 
 
 `` That wo n't help you,'' he replied, his words far from confident. 
 
 `` Please...,'' she begged. 
 
 `` I'm sorry,'' he repeated, his own hot tears spilling over his face. He pulled the phone away from his ear to stare at the screen sadly. 
 
 He shakily pressed the red *end* button on his phone. There was nothing more he could do. 
 
 `` Please help me,'' she pleaded to the phone. 
 
 `` Please... please... please...''
