Not my type but the only exception

It was a typical Saturday night. Those stars I so very much miss are being covered by the cold flakes falling from the sky.(snow) I quickly made myself Hot Cocoa and sit by the fire place in my living room. I listen to the fire crackle and stare at the beautiful warm colors wave from the heat. Then all of a sudden something came flying through the window and glass cut my left eye!

"AHH!!!" I scream and start staggering to find the phone to call for an ambulance. After I dial 911, I faint.

Next thing I know I wake up in a hospital seeing...no one. I guess what happened wasn't enough to get my mom back home from work in Europe. She runs a few boutiques around the country. She's filthy rich but never home to see what should matter more. My mom used to be a sweet, caring woman...but then tragedy struck. My dad was driving home with my younger brother and I when a car drove us off the road into a river. My dad and brother...died. I survived but that didn't matter... because we both lost two loved ones. My mom hasn't looked me in the eyes since. It's been a 9 months since. I moved to a different school, here, a year ago, where I'm constantly harassed by the football team. Sure I talk to my counselor but he can only help so much. The rock that was thrown... the football team's, captain's way of saying hello. Yeah very nice, huh.*sarcasm*

Anyway, the doctor walked in and smiled.

"Well, mornin' sunshine." He says, chuckling. His eyes were big and brown. His teeth were white as snow and hair black as night. I blushed. He's a God.

"Well let's check that eye of yours." he says reaching for the bandage over my eye. I quickly remembered what had happened and smacked his hand away.

"It's okay, it won't hurt...I promise." he said reaching for the bandage again.

"O-okay." I say letting him take it off.

As he took it off I tried to open it but I couldn't... or I thought it couldn't.

"I'm sorry to have to tell you...you're left eye...is blind." As he said that, I felt tears well up. "I'm sorry."

"I'm gonna kill that bastard." I say coldly, sure of who caused this.

"Wait...you know who did this?"

"Of course. It's not the first time he's done this. But it is the first time it caused pain." I say closing both eyes to hide the tears that are threatening to fall.

"What's his name?" he asked.

"Derek Garner." I say being frank.

"Wait, wait. Are you sure? He's a good kid." He says surprised.

"Since when? He went to church! He's done nothing to say he's kind." I say using sarcasm.

"I know him more then anyone-"

"Wait...you look like him... wait a minute now that I think about it your last name is the same as his...you're related to him!" I say realizing his last name.

"Yes, his older brother." he said calmly.

I say nothing just stare at him.

"Are you sure it was him-"

"Yes! I know he did it."

"So you saw him?"

"Yes...not this time because I was injured but the other 2 times I saw him." I say frowning.

"Well that's going to change. But I'll need your help." he says confidently.

"Why should I help. It's a bit late for help! I can't see out of my left eye!" I said.

"Because it'll hurt him knowing he did this. Knowing I know what he's been up too." He says convincingly.

"None of that will matter to him." I say.

" No...but if his bullying pushes you to the edge, he'll change because he feels responsible for your death-"

"Death?!" I ask.

"My parents are filthy rich and can afford to fake a suicide." He said grinning.

"I don't know..."

"I'll put you in another house and I'll be your home tutor."

"Well...okay."