Blind Beauty

Chapter 2

   The first thing most people do when they wake up is open their eyes. I unfortunately am not most people. I cannot open my eyes in the morning and see the sunlight pouring through my window or the dew sparkling on the grass. All I see is nothing but the dark. Every morning is like night to me. This morning I awoke to the smell of freshly made waffles. I sat up groggily, swinging my feet over to the side of the bed to get a feel of where the floor was. I stood up, staggering a bit as I followed the sweet scent that wafted over my nose.

   Luckily for me there are no stairs in my house or I’d be tripping down them all the time. I felt my way down the hallway.

   My stomach was cheering me on all the way. Grumble, grumble! My hand finally met the familiar texture of the kitchen table chair. I pulled out the chair and sat down. The waffles are right in front of me. I could smell the warm crisp, checkered waffles and the sweet, sugary maple syrup that was drizzled on top. The fork should be on my left… My fingers touched the cool cutlery. Yeah there it is. As I slid my hand off the table, I felt a crumpled material covered in braille. A note? I traced my fingers over the braille written note which read:

          My dearest Jezebel,

                        Your father and I are going out of town for a week on business. If you are reading this note, we left this morning so do not worry. I did not bother hiring a “babysitter” for you because I feel like that you will be fine on your own for a week as long as you stay inside the house at all times. There’s plenty of food in the house for you and all other necessities that you may need have been stocked up as well. Be careful Jezebel and don’t open the door to any strangers! We love you sweetheart!

                                                                             With love always,

                                                                                    Mom and Dad

 P.S. I made your favorite homemade waffles sweetie enjoy!

 

I sighed.

    Even though it made my heart heavy that my mom was probably worrying herself to death by not hiring a “babysitter” for me, I’m glad she didn’t. I’m glad that she finally sees that I’m capable to fend for myself without anyone by my side guiding me like a helpless animal. Mom had suggested that I get a Seeing Eye dog or a white cane to walk with, but I refused. I had my other unworldly strong senses to take me where I needed to go. I even memorized the entire layout of the town I live in, Briardale. I knew where every crack in the sidewalk zigzagged. I knew every where every turn lead. I knew where each store, restaurant and other buildings where located.

    My blindness has also given me an eidetic memory and superior intelligence. Not that I think my intelligence is superior to others, I’ve just been told that I have some sort of superior intelligence. I guess that also explains why I’m the only sixteen year old in college in my town. Luckily for me it’s the beginning of summer so I won’t have to worry about getting myself dressed for school or riding the “special needs” bus on my parents request.

   I quickly shoved forkfuls of waffle down my throat, finishing my prepared breakfast in record time.

  Now I can focus on disproving this “monster” theory from the legend that, evidently, is still around today. What people believe today is ridiculous. Like that movie my classmates would talk about often, Paranormal Activity. They argued that the movie was indeed real and that the people in the movie were truly possessed by some sort of evil specter. Right. Things like ghosts just did not exist on earth. It was unexplainable and went against several types of religion.