Blindly Indicted (Blindly #1)

by Katie May

It’s a funny thing to question your mortality. How much can a person actually endure? How many times can you be twisted and bent until you snap? I’m still standing, even after I’d been broken one too many times. But how much longer can I last? I’m running in a never-ending race, and I’m only just now realizing that the track is a circle with no definitive beginning or end. Freedom is an abstract illusion, a mirage in a desert.

Sometimes we have to walk in the darkness. Sometimes we’re left with no other alternative. But we must strive to find our way back into the light.”

“There’s some, like you and your friends, who embrace their darkness. They wield it like a weapon. They don’t pretend to be one thing and then act another way. And then there’s some who are immensely more dangerous—those that are willfully ignorant. They may not actively seek to hurt others or inflict pain, but they’re aware of everything that is going on and do nothing to stop it. The judge. The Warden. My lawyer. They knew what would happen to me, a young, blind female, and yet they saw it as their only option. Their self-preservation and self-interest overruled their sense of righteousness and justice. It’s a subtler evil. Maybe that’s what makes it insidious...because it’s unintentional, not because the people have malevolent aspirations.”

those that are choosing to remain ignorant of the horrors that plague this world are infinitely more dangerous than the ones who actively seek to inflict harm. They see the evil for what it is, yet still choose to look in the other direction. There’s only so many times they can bury their heads in the sand, though, before the past catches up and suffocates them.

Oh! Shiny! My eyes latch onto the silver ring on Blade’s finger as another punch connects with my face, ripping my precious lip ring out. I have been betrayed by the shiny.

Technically, I wouldn’t consider my actions “stalking.” It sounds much darker than what it actually was. I much prefer “watching someone without their knowledge or permission.”

There’s a delicate balance between being brave and being stupid. Do you dare to fight when you know the outcome will only be worse for you? Is it strength to accept your fate...or is that weakness?

I mask my pain by being an asshole. He masks his by laughing. Sometimes, those with the largest, brightest smiles are the ones who are hurting the most.

My body has been bent and broken, twisted and reshaped, discarded and used, numerous times throughout my life. Yet, I have somehow managed to emerge relatively unscathed. Sure, there are pieces of me that I can’t get back, pieces left behind in the Compound and then at the court hearing with the judge. I’m less whole than I once was, but I’m still breathing. My lungs are still capable of taking in air. My heart can still beat, though the rhythm is unsteady. My hands no longer shake when I contemplate all I have endured and all I will continue to endure.