Blinded Love *ON HOLD*

Chapter One

You know that feeling when a bug flies into your eye, and you can't see out of the eye for a moment, so you start freaking out? Well, one night, I had the same feeling.

STORY TIME! This all happened last night, before I woke up in the hospital.

I was sitting in my screened-in porch. The day was a Friday (aka the night the popular kids go to parties and do stuff they regret). I was working on an art project for my exploratory class in my high school. I remember my overhead fan light going out, and giggling. I heard from kids at school that one Friday every month, a group of guys from school play pranks on girls who also go to my school. And that day, was the last Friday of the month, and the guys hadn't played any pranks yet.

So there I was... sitting on a twisty chair. My lights were still out, and the giggling had stopped. I then heard a little scratch (like a scratch you hear when you light a match on the side of the matchbox). Everything goes quiet.

"5,4,3,2..." I heard from outside. I knew in my gut that the talking and giggling were the guys from school. Next thing I knew,I heard the police sirens wailing, and people screaming.

I smelled smoke, and I felt a sharp pain in my leg. My mother, Elizabeth was yelling my name. I yelled back to her, and she found me. She picked me up, and set me on a stretcher. The people in the ambulance told me that somebody threw a small bomb at my porch (which I was in). They also told me that I had severe injuries across my face, and all around my body in general. My vision was very blurry.

When we arrived at the hospital, I was put through a series of hallways and an elevator. Then, they set me onto my bed (which was in my shiny new hospital room!!). I had several doctors and nurses hovering over my face and body as they stuck numerous tubes and whatnot into me. They told me that I could die at any moment. Way to let me down easy, Doc. The machine that I was hooked up to pumped medicine into me faster than Usain Bolt could run!

The medicine made me really tired, so I eventually fell asleep. I remember having a horrible dream, but now I can't remember what the dream was about. When I woke up, a doctor had lead my mom in, as if they were waiting outside my room for me to wake up.

The doctor had a clipboard with a billion papers attached. My mom had the WORST look on her face, as if she saw her dead mother walking around! She could barely even breathe, I knew that horrible news was coming my way. The doctor sat her down, as if she couldn't do the action herself.

"Taylor, glad you're awake! How're you feeling?" The doctor asked me.
"Terrible! My vision-" I wasn't able to finish without my mother bursting into tears.
"My vision is so blurry and my body really hurts!" I said very quiet.
"I can barely see!" I quietly said, with no response from anyone, only sobbing from my mother.
"Go ahead!! Just tell her already before I lose my mind!" My mother almost yelled, but she stuffed her face into her sleeves.
I looked at my mother, petrified for what the doctor was about to tell me.
"Taylor, when you fell asleep, we put you through an X-RAY. We found major damage to both of your eyes. Such damage.. I'm sorry to say... tomorrow morning, you might be permanently blind. Your mother has arranged for all of your loved ones to visit you today, just in case you can never see them again." The doctor finished. Just like my mother, I could hardly breathe from the news.

A few hours later, my boyfriend, Hayes came to visit me. He was first to be let in.
"Hey, Taylor! I hate seeing you like this. Don't worry, I heard the news about you possibly becoming blind." He said to me, handling everything so cool, even though he was breaking on the inside.

"Yeah. I'm absolutely freaked out. I really don't know what to say. I probably won't become blind...right?" I asked, shaking.

"Probably not, I mean, we're all praying for you!" He replied.

"Hayes! What if I really do become blind? I'll never see your face, or you at all! All the world will become just words, and all you will become is just my last sight of you, burned in my heart! I can't stand the idea not knowing if I will ever see the love of my life's face ever again. I'll never see your perfect blue eyes look deeply into mine, leaving an everlasting picture of what they look like tattooed onto my heart. What if I forget what you look like? How will I ever cope with not being able to see you...ever again? Will you stop loving me?" I say, taking a long breath in, and a long breath out.

His eyes, those blue eyes look into mine, and he puts his hand on my arm.

"Taylor, if you ever forget what I look like, remember what I am about to say: Looking at me is knowing that I love you, and no one else. Looking at me is remembering our experiences, our connection. Looking at me is seeing my blue eyes, looking into yours. Looking at me is seeing the hoodie that I let you borrow. Looking at me is knowing that we have infinite love, infinite imperfections, infinite quirks and qualities. Looking at me is seeing my smile, showing you how happy I am just to be with you. Looking at me is seeing my hands, intertwined with yours, never letting you go, in fear that I can loose you in a blink of an eye. Looking at me is remembering the day we met, the humid air, the sparks crashing between our bodies. Now Taylor, I could never stop loving you. Loving you is falling asleep on the phone with each other, but not ending the call in fear that you may never call me again. Loving you is holding you tight, clasping my hands together behind your fragile back. Loving you is watching you become blind, and not letting you down, forgetting our promise of love. Loving you is reading your favorite book to you, since you couldn't read it yourself. Loving you is helping you around, not letting you be alone. Loving you is being your eyes, telling you what you would be seeing. Loving you is telling you how great you look, since you couldn't see yourself in the mirror. Loving you is watching hours of makeup tutorials on YouTube so I know how to do your makeup for you. Loving you is being there for you in the worst of times. Loving you is escorting you to restaurants, and reading the menu to you. Loving you is listening to every word you have to say, without being distracted. Loving you is staying with you 24/7 just to make sure that you are okay. Now I want you to answer me, do you really think I could EVER stop loving you?"

I am in awe. I am in a loss of words. Tears fell down my face, as I clenched into his hand.

Even he had tears streaming down his face. "Hayes, I love you. I really do. Please stay. Don't leave this room. I'm begging you." I say to him. He sat on a chair by my bed.

A billion more family members and friends came in my room, to talk to me, and so I could get a final look at them just in case the worst happened.
I spent a lot of time with my mother, and the entire time, Hayes was sitting next to my bed, holding my hand.