Seize The Day Or Die Regretting

Seize The Day or Die Regretting.

They say seeing is believing. In my case I just have to believe. What I need to believe in is love. I never thought someone could ever love me; I needed to see it to believe it.

When I was five years I was in a car accident that claimed my sight. I had to learn to do everything all over again. I had to learn to read brail. My life was hard. But it was made easier by my best friend in the whole world, Brian. He taught me to play guitar without my sight. I already knew how to play the piano without my sight, it’s not hard. I taught him how to use his other senses and read brail. My mom and dad are amazingly supportive. They say that on more than one occasion they’ve found me wandering my house in complete pitch black. I knew where everything was without the lights on. I saved a bundle on my electricity bills though, that’s an upside to being blind.

I’ve been blind for nearly twenty-four years and I’m finally going to be getting my sight back, hopefully. The last transplant failed but the doctors are positive it’ll work this time. I’m hopeful.

Oh! I guess I should introduce myself. My name is Heather Robertson. But my friends call me ‘Scout’ because my favorite book is ‘To Kill A Mockingbird.’ I’m twenty nine years old. I live in Huntington Beach, California. My best friend, Brian lives across the street from me. He didn’t want me to be too far away from him. He’s a good guy. I’ve felt his face before, which sounds creepy but it’s the way I see. His hair was long and soft. But it was spiky and messy, pointing in different directions. I felt his smooth skin under my finger tips raises Goosebumps on my skin. I always smile at the feeling of his scruffy beard on the end of his chin.

He’s been my best friend since I was four years old. I have other friends Matt, Zacky and Johnny. They’re all in a bad business. Brian never tells me what they do; just I should never do it. He goes away some times. Brian calls me every night when they’re on a job. He checks in to see if I’m okay. I usually am, lonely but okay. He’s such a good friend of mine. I’ve had a crush on him since I was thirteen but I never wanted to risk losing him entirely. I’d rather him being just a friend. I don’t see how anyone can ever love me. Yet again I can’t see at all. I can’t see anything but that’s for right now, everything is about to change.