Helpless

Chapter One

It all happened way too fast to believe. Here I was, sitting in a cramped room with an old, smelly therapist and an introverted teenager who wouldn't acknowledge my existence. To think this all started with a simple picture.

When I turned fourteen, my mom found some weird things going on with my eyes in my birthday pictures. We later found out it was cancer. Eye cancer. Retinoblastoma, actually. I was diagnosed two days after my birthday. Three days later we were told the of idea and necessity of doing surgery. They needed to take out my right eye, but said my left would be okay. I'd still be able to see.

They found cancer in my left eye. I woke up to darkness, bandages over my eyes, tears on my face when they told me what happened.

I remember my mom's shakey sobs one night when she thought I was asleep. I remember when the bandages came off for good and how I still saw nothing. I remember losing friends because they didn't want to catch it.

I also remember the night I went home and dad wasn't there. I remember moving to Washington state without him but with me, mom, and my new service dog Sydney. I was so confused, thinking still that his absence was because of me. Asking myself if he loved me anymore. So much thinking for an fourteen and two week old kid.

Now here I was; sitting, vulnerable in a room with two others. It's only been a couple of months since, and I was still learning to live again, learning Braille, building my relationship with Sydney, and trying to maneuver around without relying too much on others.

"So Oliver, this is Julian. He's also blind and we want you to spend some time with him to talk and be more comfortable and used to being blind," Doctor Faiths spoke finally.

I don't like the way he talks. It seems smug, like he knows every thing there is and he's flaunting it around.

"So Julian, start out by introducing yourself and how you became blind. After, Oliver will,do the same," Faiths said.

"Well, I'm fifteen, play the violin and piano. Um," he paused. "I lost my sight when I was four. My father was drunk off his ass and knocked down a flight of stairs," I heard the hatered in his voice, and it made me shiver.

"Oliver," the doctor spoke to let me know it was my turn to share.

"Uh, well, I'm Oliver Moore. I don't really have any hobbies or anything, so," I paused for a second to think how I'd pursue the second part of my intro. " I was diagnosed with cancer." I started. "They planned to take my right eye out and I'd keep my sight in my left, but there were some complications. They found cancer in my left,"

I still cringed at the memory. I was promised something. Something important, the ability to see, to continue seeing after my nearly impossible diagnosis, but instead I woke up to darkness. But I'll get over it, I'm no cry baby. I did not need people's pity. I never had before.

"Must've been hard."Julian commented quietly.

"Hm?" too quietly for me to hear.

"I said it must've been hard to wake up,to nothing when you were promised the light." he spoke up. I was speechless.

"Y-yeah," I mumbled quietly to myself. "I got over it quickly though. I had to be strong for my mother." I answered. "My father left and my older brother went off to some far away college, so I had to step up,"

"I like you." he spoke suddenly. "I mean, you're strong, not some whiney little kid I'd thought you'd be," he clarified.

"thanks," I could practically feel the smug smirk the therapist was wearing right about now.

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A/N hoped you all enjoyed this chapter, if you would like me to continue this particular story please say so, because I'll probably abandon it if I get no feed back.

I wrote this two or three years ago, but I decided to post it now as I just found it after logging into Wattpad for the first time in a year or two. I still have ideas for this story, and I'm rebuilding the plot for it, so please read, comment and vote!!!