To your heart's content

Chapter Three

I stomped out of the house and slammed the front door behind me. I walked out to the front door. I pulled out my phone and quickly punched in a number. I brought it to my ear. I just needed to get away from there, from her.

"Hey Future, get over here. I just fought with the E.T and I need you to come take me to the box before I rip my hair out." E.T is our nickname for Maria.

With her constantly blue eyelids, thick winged eyeliner and unrealistic features she's basically the closest thing to an alien the earth will probably ever have, unless men in black wasn't kidding.

"Ugh, I feel your pain hang in there by your porch. I'll be there. But my car is in the shop. I'm gonna have to take Griffin's car." She groaned.

I could tell she hated having to ask, but she knows how annoying Maria, or E.T as we call her, can usually be. After some brief yelling between Future and Griffin I heard her shout something about being not able to say no to me.

"Hey Dragon." He intonated with a sort of sarcasm that made me smile. Griffin called me dragon sometimes since we were little, he meant for it to bug me, but it grew on me, kind of backfired on him I guess. But oh well.

He still calls me dragon anyway, as charming as he chooses to believe it was he actually sounded like a total dork saying it, it's not like he doesn't know how nerdy. "We'll be able to pick you up soon." He promised. I sighed,

"See you then." After I hung up, I pointed my chin high into the air and took a deep breath. I wish I could see the blue sky.

Or the puffy white clouds. But I can't. Nor will I ever be able to. I've been blind for over a year. When the accident took Devon's life, it also took my sight.

It's not all bad. When I wasn't able to see my other senses became heightened.

I could smell rain before it fell; I can hear cars coming from a far distance and time it perfectly. But going back to guitar seemed impossible, mostly because it reminded me of him.

I've started to play again now after a few months of therapy but only songs that I write myself, performing at Pandora's Box, playing my agony and sorrows away for infinity and back.

My thoughts were interrupted by the familiar and somewhat happy honk of Griffin's sports car. I heard Future open the front door.

"Get in," she commanded. Like a scene out of a movie or a television show. I got into the front seat and sighed a breath of relief like I had narrowly escaped with my life. Or most of my sanity.

"Pandora's Box right?" Griffin asked, looking for confirmation. I nodded. Pandora's Box was my favourite club to sing songs and do small performances.

It's nothing big, but I find it a lot of fun and I'm known by the regulars. I do guitar and Future sings. It's a pretty good thing we have going.

"So what happened that made pissed you off and made you need to leave?" Future asked.

"It got kind of intense. She made a jab at my inability to see," I sighed. I knew she didn't mean to but I was still mad and it should totally not be seen as my fault. Some might say I overreacted though. After that point, it went further downhill until it was completely south and now I'm here."

"Changing subject," Griffin said, trying to switch to a better topic to cheer me up.

"Remember that time we all went to the seven eleven at like one am just so get a sugar rush in the middle of the night?" Future laughed.

"Which time do you mean?" Griffin asked. We all joined in on the laughter. What? You don't just do it once. It's basically a Saturday's rite of passage at this point

I stretched my hand upwards as my hand cut through the relaxing summer air that felt cool on my fingers like a kiss from nature, welcoming me to the new summer's day.