For this round, I have chosen the song Mercy by OneRepublic from the album Dreaming out Loud. MonkyingAround
I still remember the day I went blind. The memories seem so clear and vivid in my mind.
I remember the head lights of the oncoming car. I remember the glass shattering everywhere. I remember how I hit my head on the side of the car and blacked out.
I remember waking up in a dark place. I was lying down in what felt like a bed. I guessed I was in the hospital from the smell of the room. I remember trying to open my eyes and seeing nothing. I blinked rapidly, praying that maybe my eyes just needed to adjust.
"Grace?" A voice called.
"Hello? Who's there? Where am I? Am I dead?"
"Calm down. Everything will be okay. You're not dead. You're at the hospital. I'm Doctor Terence. You were in a terrible car accident and very lucky to be alive."
I heard him but I couldn't see him. "Doctor, why can't I see? Doctor?" I was terrified.
"Not only have you suffered from serious brain damage, but when the glass shattered it managed to get inside your eyes. I'm sorry to say this Grace, but you are blind."
And that was when I thought my world had collapsed.
"You are blind."
I kept hearing those words over and over in my head. It seemed like a broken record.
The day I got to leave the hospital a man walked in my room. "Grace? I'm Daniel. Your mom told me to come. She was sorry she couldn't make it. She's out of the country doing some project."
Of course my own mother didn't care if I was in the hospital. Or that I was blind. Her stupid project was more important than her own daughter. "Why are you here then?"
"Oh, well I- uh," he stuttered. "Well don't you need someone to take you home?"
I hadn't thought about that. "Yeah, I guess I do. Thanks."
"I'm sorry about what happened with your eyes. It sucks."
It sucks? That can only begin to describe it. It is one of the worst feelings ever. Knowing that you will never see anything or anyone ever again.
"Yeah, it does suck. I wanted to see so much more, you know? And now I can't see a thing. It's just so frustrating." I burry my face in my hands. The tears roll down my face.
"Hey, don't cry. Everything is going to be okay. I'm here for you."
"I don't even know you."
"True. But I don't see-" he stopped himself once he said it. "I mean, no one else is here. So for now, I'm all you got."
Daniel asked a million questions during the car ride home. He wanted to know every little thing about me, so I told him. At first I thought he just pitied me but then I realized that he actually cared. The strange thing was that he avoided any personal question I asked him.
The car eventually rolled to a stop. "We're here!" He announced. He carefully helped me out of the car and lead me to the house. His arm linked onto mine. "Careful, there's a step right there."
