In My Blind Eyes

Chapter Three

Alex's POV

I had already gotten ready for school the next day, and it was only 7:49, so I decided to watch some TV. Luke and I had practiced our duet for three hours, and I had already memorized the music. I sat down on the large leather couch in the living room, and switched on the TV. What to watch? I thought. How about some Doctor Who, I haven't watched that in a couple of weeks. I smiled, and went onto Netflix and decided to watch the season with David Tennant in it.

I watched one episode, and then decided to call it a night. I walked slowly over to my mother, who was in the kitchen, and gave her a hug good night. "I'm gonna go to bed now." She nodded and kissed my cheek. "Okay hun, don't forget to set your alarm." I smiled. "I won't." I headed upstairs, and got into some sweats, and a large T-shirt and slipped under the covers. I yawned and waited for sleep to take me.

THE NEXT MORNING

My alarm was blaring and I reached over and slapped the snooze button, and sat up yawning. I blinked the sleepiness out of my eyes and slowly stood up. It was already 6:30, so I had to hurry and take a shower, dress, eat, and get walking. It was a lovely day not too cold, but still jacket worthy. Just then an image flashed through my mind, it was the image of the beautiful young girl named Ginny. I smiled to myself in high hopes that I would get to see her today.

Ginny's POV

I woke up exactly at six fifteen, and got prepared for my second day of school. I carefully maneuvered around my room using my cane. I really hated that stupid thing, but it helped me to not fall. I tapped my radio clock and music filled the air, and I started to sing along. I loved music, especially piano, I loved it more than anything. That's why I hate being blind so much, I can't enjoy any instruments. The two days after I went blind the doctor told me that I wouldn't be able to play piano accurately anymore. I was more than upset, I was devastated, piano was my passion.

The new house apparently has a Baby Grand, it is a beautiful black Steinway; I'm told that is. We moved into this house about three weeks ago, so I'm used to it by now. I know exactly where the piano is and how it's positioned. I avoid it at all costs though, I am afraid to try to play it, and I can't even see the darn keys. I still remember the order of the keys flats, naturals, and sharps, treble clef, and bass clef. Everyday I tell myself that I will try to play, but I just can't bring myself to do it, I feel stupid being afraid of that.

I put on a T-shirt and a pair of jeans, I'm ninety-six percent that the shirt was black. I wear mostly black and white, just because I can't see I stick with basic colors; like black, white, purple, blue, red, orange, and no patterns. I always wear jeans, either navy or black skinny jeans, and always my special purple Converse, with ankle socks. (My mother thinks that my socks are weird). I then went down the stairs counting them, all 26, then I turned left and walked into the kitchen, and an right into somebody...." Well good morning to you too Little Wolf!" It was Jeff, thank god I thought it would be Mrs. Rolfe. "Heh, morning Jeff!" I smiled, and walked left and then sat in a chair.

"How are you doing?" I smiled as I attempted to pour cereal. "Great, do you want some help Little Wolf?" Jeff chuckled a bit. I rolled my eyes. "Sure, why not like you can do any better!" I smirked. Jeff walked over to me and poured the cereal, and some milk. "Wow I'm surprised you didn't spill any, saying what a total clutz you are!" I stuck my tongue out. "Just so ya know I'm rolling my eyes and sticking out my tongue also right now." I laughed, and was soon joined by his laughter. "You're so silly girly!" He claimed through chuckles. "Well I do try!" I finish eating and wait for Mrs. Rolfe by the door. Second day of school here I come, I think.

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Alex's POV

I walked very slowly along the sidewalk taking in the September air. It may have been September, but it already felt like November! I wore a black hoodie, a blue T-shirt, black jeans, and black Converse, the high-top kind. I generally like black, not in a obsessive goth way though, I have friends who are goth though, and I think the're fine. I love the color blue, blue is my ultimate favorite by far. I even want to have a light blue streak in my hair. I have longish black hair with bangs that hang in my face. I have blue eyes, and am a total nerd, I love music, books, skating, writing, and other stuff.

The truth is I'm a skater that is secretly a nerd, only Luke knows I am this nerdy. I met Luke in third grade, and that was six years ago, now I'm fifteen. We met at a birthday party of his, and we instantly liked each other. We spent more time with each other, goofing around mostly, and just talking. Now we tell each other everything, even stuff about my nerdiness! He is one of the only people that actually talk to me and think I'm worth their time.

I was twenty minutes early for school, so I decided to sit under a tree in the front waiting for the doors to open. I leaned up against the tree, and listened to some Twenty One Pilots on my i Phone. I sang along to Ride very quietly while watching a group of girls giggling and talking. I soon hear another voice joining mine singing:

"Oh Oh whoa, oh

Oh whoa

I'm falling so I'm taking my time on my ride

Oh Oh whoa

I'm falling so I'm taking my time on my ride

I'm taking my time on my ride!"

I turned around to see Luke standing right behind the tree. Crap, how long has he been here?

Luke's POV

I looked down at Alex, and sang the all too familiar lyrics of Ride. He spun around, and looked up with a weird look on his face. I let out a giggle and sat down next to him, and leaned against the tree. "Sooooo, how are you doing Alex?" He looked at me and shrugged. "Good...I suppose, how's your life?" I sighed, "Ehh, could be better...." I say quietly. He put his arm around my shoulders. "Hey, I'm here for you, and I'm not gonna leave." I knew what he said was true, we were best friends, always looking out for each other. "I know, and it gives me more hope." I looked at him and put on a smile. The corners of his mouth lifted into a smile.

To tell you the truth I was always held back by my insecurities, and fears. I will never figure out why people like going onstage, and in front of crowds. I always feel like I will mess something up when I perform, and I sometimes my hands shake. I only play trumpet because I know I have to face my fears, and get put in front of people.

I also kinda have a fear of talking to people.....and I get bullied for that a lot. That's why Alex is here, to help me, and guide me in a direction where I will get braver. I am rather sad at times too, but that's another story....