Dawn was breaking on Claras 18th birthday. Her memories were hazy from the night before, partially from the generous alcohol intake & otherwise due to her massive overhaul overnight. Something which happened to all pre-pubescent people on their 18th. Usually on this particularly special birthday, growth development would involve elevation & discoveries of the human senses however Clara seemed to have lost her most pivotal one - vision. Clara panicked. Frantically trying to piece together the segments of her not-long-gone night out. She reminisced of spiralling lights, all colours of the rainbow traversing an otherwise blackened room in a frenzied fashion. Blinks of light blurred every peculiar sight in her memory, the sort of flashes you would expect to be accompanied by tremendously con-currant bangs and cracks - however as Clara had no understandable perception of hearing, her experience was limited to radiant gleams. The taste of vodka remained potent on her tongue - evidently this was lasting from the night before but it felt different to normal. A mysterious man who had made himself well aquatinted with her had bought a vodka mixer tasting peculiarly different to anything she’d tried before. Memories of the night after this were mushed and mangled, like her intoxication had taken a far more severe turn. ‘SLAM’ A frightening sensation snapped Clara back to reality. The echo from the closing door sharply & swiftly speeded to the farthest crevices of her excited brain, an overwhelming wonder that stretched a second out to a mile. Footsteps followed. The entrancing vibrations were exponentially difficult for her to handle - but they were getting seemingly larger & more intimidating through every occurrence, striking an unknown fear. The End. [kidnapped - feels 1st time - feels for sharp - removes hand tie & blindfold - ] [New senses: feel, hear] NEEDS UPDATE