I Can See The Stars From America [COMPLETED]

Chapter 1: The Pretentious Home Boy

Chapter 1: The Pretentious Home Boy

"Mr. Sanders...Mr. Sanders..."

I could faintly hear our butler Jonathan or Jon as I called him trying to wake me up with his continuous knocks on my door. I really wanted to tell him to stop annoying me and that he was wasting his time because there was no way I felt like waking up! Fate was just too good. I was the needy one here! I needed help! He was the one who was supposed to get fed up and walk away! I could barely lift myself without any help let alone walk up to him!

Grudgingly, I slowly braced myself and sat upright while rubbing my eyes. Letting out a yawn, I called him.

"Jon, I'm awake! You can come in now!" I heard the door click open and footsteps nearing my bed.

"Good morning, Kevin." He addressed. He usually called me by my name whenever it was just the two of us. I smiled at him in response. "I'm sorry if I woke you up too urgently but I couldn't help it. Your mother is getting pissed off! So is your dad. They're waiting for you at the dining table. You're getting late to school! Hurry up!" He finished in a rush.

"Relax, Jon! It's not like the end of the world! Ha! You tell me a day when mom and dad are not pissed off with me. I can't help it, can I?" I joked. I couldn't make out Jon's expression but silence filled the room. "Uh...Jon?" I whispered; making sure he was still with me.

I heard shuffling of feet. "Oops! Sorry sir...I mean...Kevin. I just got slightly disoriented." He replied, softly. I chuckled. "As I said, just like the usual." I could feel him smiling and soon, strong arms were placed on my shoulder and hand. He kept guiding me slowly; one step at a time like tiny baby steps. My hands were outstretched in front of me as I kept touching and feeling around for any object that might be an obstacle. Before, when I was out of practice, I used to trip often. But now, I knew my surroundings well. Jon was such a great help! I always called him family. He was so close to me!

If you would've seen me right then, I might've been looking like the blind man from the 'Blind Man Buff' game looking around to catch other players with a "Peek-a-boo...I found you...". My sister found playing that game with me pretty amusing! Darn her age!

Jon led me towards the door knob of my bathroom and my hand touched the cold metal. Winter was a nuisance! "Get fresh and change. Call me when you're done." I nodded. He handed me my toothpaste and brush and ruffled my hair. I stuck out my tongue in annoyance. Why did I've to be treated like a five year old?! Hell! My sister could take the toothpaste and brush on her own without anybody's help!

And me? I was freaking 17 years old and had to be assisted! My outstretched hand bent forward and touched glass. "The mirror", I said to myself. Heaving a heavy sigh, I pretended looking at it not knowing whether I was looking at it in the right direction.

Many thoughts obscured my vision while brushing and bathing and I wanted to cry. A tear suddenly escaped my eye while I was supposedly facing the mirror. Opening one of the drawers, I hastily took out my comb and slammed it on the table in frustration. Did anyone know what I was going through?! Every. Single. Freaking. Day. Of. My. Life. Did they know how it was to live all 365 days since 18 fucking years in darkness?! Did they know how demeaning it was?! Did they know how difficult it was to cope up with my disability and try socialising?!

Did they ever consider my feelings?! Did they ever acknowledge my presence casually just because I wasn't able to see to acknowledge theirs?! Huh?? Did they?? Did they?!

NO! NO! NO! My parents were taking care of me because, well, they had to. The world sympathised with me. The others acted like they cared for me. Every action I received was mostly fake! The only essence of love I ever felt was with my sister. I could sense her respect and love for me whether I was blind or not. I knew that in the future our bond would increase greatly and I would do anything and everything to protect her.