In My Blind Eyes

Chapter One

I was sitting there hunched over, and listened to the sound of my mother cleaning up the glass. She soon left me alone to cry. I then leaned up against my wall and let my tears fall freely.

"Ginny, are you alright?"

I jerked my head at the sound of the familiar voice.

"Y-yes." I stuttered a little. I heard my older brother shuffle into my room and across the floor

. I felt the weight of him sitting down on my bed. "Why are you crying,Malen'kiy volk?" He scooted over to me and gently took my hand, and held it in a comforting manner.

"It as all my fault Jeff." My hand starts to shake as well as my voice.

"Don't think that way, Devon died when the roof collapsed in the fire." I frowned. "I was leading him out......and I left him behind,it should have been me." Jeff wiped a tear from my face.

"Ginny stop he wouldn't have wanted to live without you, he would want you to live on instead." I thought about that.

"Jeff, he was only ten years-old......so much life in front of him." I remembered two years ago, when Devon died.

"Such painful memories....of the fire, do you really think he would want this for me?"

Jeff got up an slowly pulled me up with him. "Yes Little Wolf, I truly do." Then he left my room.

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THE NEXT DAY

I want to be with Devon.

It should have been me.

I'm a huge inconvenience. To everyone.

Why am I still here?

I sighed as I made my way, very slowly, to my next class.

I had English with Ms. Arrow.

We had an assignment due tomorrow; I am supposed to write a poem.

I wrote:

Roses are black

Violets are black

Everything's black

I can't see anymore.

I can't even see what I'm here for.

It's almost like someone switched a lever.

I would rather be stuck doing math forever.

My supervisor, or Miss Rolfe, laughed as I dictated that.

I hate school. Everyone thinks I get help if I have straight A's...

And I do have straight A's.

I had difficulty with braille...

I can type, but the school I go to is rather poor...

They don't always have computers.

I sit in class and all I can do is listen.

I feel so useless when it comes to getting around on my own, especially when the place is new.

I need to use my walking cane more, or at least that's what my parents say.

I can't stand having to use it, it makes me feel weird.

I usually just have a guide to hold on to, and lead me the right direction.

I just wish that the fire was a whole stupid dream that was all in my imagination, and I was really laying in my bed right now.

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     It's only third hour, I only know this because Miss Rolfe told me.

I just had Mrs. Martin, and let me tell you, what a bundle of freaking joy!

I'm pretty sure she has Bi polar disorder, satisfied one minute, furious the next! She gave me the shivers, I'm so happy to get out of her class!

"Ginny, there are some stairs on the way to your next class, so be very careful." Miss Rolfe put a hand on my shoulder.

I sighed softly.

Honestly, I wish this was a stupid dream...

I thanked her, and let her lead me up the steps.

I nearly tripped and a pair of hands shot out and caught me.

"Whoa, are you okay?" My eyes widened.

"Yeah thank you Miss Rolfe." The hands stood me up straight. "Ginny dear, that wasn't me."

I realized that it was a boy who caught me.

"Oh.....well then, thank you mysterious boy." I smiled a little, wishing I could see this face behind the velvety voice.