Blindness (creepypasta love story)

Chapter 1; Prologe

The young girl sat on the side of her bed, to anyone who didnt know here she would appear to be gazing at the wall thoughtfully, but she was only trying to recollect her thoughts about the day she had just went through.

Earlier that day~

She had woken up as she she usually did, sore, sore from the abuse she endured through her day of high school. High school......her own description of a endless enternity of pain of suffering she sighed as she shuffled around looking for the one that always helped. Her walking stick that had been made by her father before he passed away she gripped the dark wood in her hand as she stood , shaking lightly as she shuffled to her wardrobe closet. Her pale fingers searched for the cold metal handle of the smallish wardrobe, she shivered lightly as she felt her warm finger tips run over the cold surface of the silver engraved handle. she quickly opened it as she quickly picked out her clothes for the day. Black long sleeved shirt red undershirt with black skinny jeans. Your probably wondering how she figured which was which right? well she wasnt any ordinary girl she was able to tell which article of clothing was which by just using her sense of touch. She sighed as she turned walking to her dresser while she let down her messy and tangled brown hair she reached for the brush that was conveniantly already on the dresser waiting to be used. she brushed her hair as she tied it up in a tight bun she reached and grabbed a red ribbon and smiled lightly as she wrapped around her bun and tied it tightly insuring that it last as long as possible. Almost done she thought as she reached down accidently bumping her head as she reached her grey converse. She froze as she heard the clock tick, she steadly counted the ticks and gasped as she realized that she was running behind on her usual schedule. she quickly put her shoes on as she again counted the ticks she sighed as she grabbed her stick, running into the large kitchen grabbing only her book that were sat on the counter from the day before. She smiled as she remembered her goal for every morning " Make it up dressed and out the door before Stepmother wakes" she recited in her mind every morning. She sighed as she converted her face to a face of no emotion she had decided that she would never show anyone her true self she didnt want to scare off the "friends " she did have. She sighed as she made her way to the place she despised most.......

High school....