Blind Faith

I stood in the dark, blind to the world around me. I tightened my grasp on the hand that was leading me. Scared of losing my way, I clung to it with desperation. For he alone, could see. I begged him to take the blindfold off. "It's not nessacary," I pleaded for the light of day. He responded with an air of annoyance, "trust me Cara." I had trusted him, in fact, I had trusted him with my heart, but this situation was new to both of us. He pulled me in front of him, so he could guide me through a narrow space. "Please, can you take it off?" I tried yet again, hoping for a different answer. "No, we don't have time," there was a hint of anger in his voice, "if you don't shut up, we'll get caught." I opened my mouth to object, but quickly shut it again. I could hear the voices of my kidnappers somewhere far off, and the smell of gunpowder was still strong in the air. I knew if I wanted out of here, I had to trust him. So I let him continue to guide me through the dark.