I snap out of it and climb into the car. I squeeze my eyes shut to stop my claws from slicing into the seat.
Chris: *looks down* it's because... I really like you lily. No matter what you think, I do, and I'm willing to change. I don't want to see because everything else I look at will be a disappointment.
I sigh and look over sadly. "Chris... please don't be dramatic. you need to see. If you can't your life will never be the same"
Chris: no! I'm not being dramatic, I'm being serious. There are many other reasons, but that one is the biggest.
I clamp a hand over his mouth. "You're getting your eyesight back, and that's the end of it. No buts."
Chris: you havnt seen what I have. My little sister suicided. She was 7! Right in front of me! My dad did it when I was 6. During dinner! My big brother od'd on sleeping pills, he died in my room!
"Really? Because I don't think you can." I growl, letting my voice become menacing. "I never told you what I can do, but so help me if you keep this up I WILL do it." I hiss and squeeze his hand, at an almost break-bone force.