Who: Matt Murdock and Jack Murdock
Where: Hell’s Kitchen lofts, Matt’s apartment
When: Evening, November 10, 2015
What: Matt recalls the day he lost his most important sense.
Darkness was always Matt’s friend, but he never expected to have to share his entire life with it. Every night, when he closed his eyes, nothing. Nothing was there, nothing was ever there, not even colors or bright spots of light. He didn’t know what light was anymore. But there was one thing Matt did know, and that was that the sky was blue.
The accident that left him blind also left him a hero. It heightened everything else to the point that it was nearly painful at first. Everything was amplified to the point of overwhelming Matt, and the only thing that would ever calm him down was his father.
Jack Murdock was a fighter, both literally and figuratively. It was devastating to him when Matt lost his sight, and he remembered the look on his son’s face when everything became dark. Matt’s eyes had gone blank, full of fear yet still emotionless and dull. He remembered holding his son while the ambulance rolled up, blaring its siren and honking for people to get out of the way. Jack could only imagine what it would have been like for his son, being newly blind and having all these unfamiliar sounds around them.
Matt remembered what it was like, for the last time, to see the sky. It was a brilliant pastel blue, with puffs of white from the light clouds that looked like someone threw white paint on the canvas. He remembered his father’s face. Scared. Worried. Panicked. Calm. Matt remembered how intense everything was in the accident, the sounds, the squealing of tearing metal, the braking of tires. His senses exploded in the hospital when they got there, and he couldn’t stop hearing everything. Babies crying, last breaths, they all reached Matt’s ears and he could not shut them out, no matter how hard he tried. It was chaotic and painful, and suddenly his father was there to calm him.
“Matty, Matty, it’s me!” Jack held Matt’s hands, and Matt squeezed them as if wringing out the sounds. “It’s Dad, Dad’s here.”
Matt smiled at the memory, though it was so chaotic and painful, it warmed his heart to have such good memories of his father. Of all the times he remembered, that one was the best, even though it was bittersweet.
Then he recalled the boxing match, and his smile disappeared into a resigned expression. The match reminded him of how strong his father was, how he was. Matt wished so desperately for his father to be alive, though Matt knew his life would be completely different had his father survived.