Smash Into You

"IM EVIL!"

"Use your left hands pointer finger to lift above your eyeball, near your eyebrow then use your right hands ring finger to pull down at the bottom." She demonstrated. "At this point, your eyeball is completely open and the contact is on your right pointer finger. If you're a righty, it's best advised to keep your contact on your right hand. Now, all you do is place the contact into your eye."

She put her contact back in and smiled at me. Another fake, forced smile. "Did you understand that?"

Truth was, I actually did understand what she had told and showed me. It sounded and looked simple.

How hard could it be?

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10 decades later, I'm still sitting in front of the table. But, this time my eyes are irritated and ridiculously red. It looked like I had been crying for hours. Part of me actually was because I was so frustrated.

During the last 15 minutes of me constantly trying to get the contact in my eye, I learned two things. First, it was worse than hard. It was complicating. Second, this lady was never going to help me physically get the contacts into my eyes. Which I found very messed up. I sat there, half crying and half angry, in front of some stranger who stared at me as I struggled. Worse part was, SHE KNEW I WAS STRUGGLING.

This is it, I thought very frustrated.

I took the contact out of my eye, with a pinch. Yes, I had managed to get it into my eye. BUT, I also was very confused as to why the contact hurt my eye so badly.

"I can't," I placed the contact into the case, looking at the lady.

She gave me a confused look. "What do you mean?"

I let out a sigh and pointed to the case. "That," I explained slowly, "is why."

The last thing I was expecting her to do was laugh. And when she did, I'm pretty sure my blood was boiling. My head hurt from being so irritated. Angrily, I reached for the case again and placed the contact onto my finger. Adding solution to the contact, I did as she told me, for what seemed like the millionth time. As soon as it was placed onto my eye, I felt nothing. And, I could see.

I. COULD. SEE.

My eyes bulged. I was beyond proud. Now, it was my turn to laugh at the lady as she stared at me, shocked. I raised an eyebrow and placed the other contact into my left eye.

"I thought I was gonna have to stay here till 2020." She remarked, smirking and rolling her eyes.

My mouth dropped. Oh no she didn't.

"I may be blind and all," I leaned closer to her over the table, "But, right now I can see. And you know what I see? A damn gorilla faced 50 year old." With that, ladies and gentlemen, I sat back down and took the contacts out as quickly as possible and walked back into my room.

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In the car, my mom was busy questioning me as to what had happened. She was angry.

"Hayley Nicole Williams." The car was running but apparently that was the last thing on my moms mind.

I shook my head and mumbled, "Nothing."

She let out a mad laugh. "Tell me now or else."

Nervously, I turned to glance at her. "I kinda called the assistant or whatever a gorilla faced 50 year old..." I trailed off, not daring to look at my mom.

She was silent for a while before asking why. I explained how the lady had made smart remarks towards me and how frustrated I was at her and the damn contacts. Once I was done explaining, my mom nodded and let out a sigh.