In My Blind Eyes

Chapter 4

Ginny's POV

I decided to take my cane today....despite my worries of being looked at weird. I am one hundred percent quiet on the ride to school, but my mind is calculating. I lean my head up against the window and yawn quietly. I didn't really sleep last night; I just thought about what my life would be like if I never went blind. I just stared into the dark oblivion that was the only thing that I can see...the darkness. Have you ever just closed your eyes for a long time, and feel like you were being swallowed?

Well that's what it's like to be blind, only twenty- four- seven, but at some point you get used to the darkness, you welcome it. It can actually be more friendly than you ever thought, it reminds you that you aren't alone. When you are blind all of your other senses become stronger, you can hear quite a bit better than others, so it comes on handy sometimes. I don't mind having stronger hearing, or smelling, just that my favorite sense is gone, probably forever...

"Ginny, we are here, so get your things in order, and try not to fall asleep." Mrs. Rolfe said cheerily.

"I can stay awake, it's just that I'm thinking." I responded softly.

I heard the car's engine stop, and her opening her door. I felt around until I found my backpack strap and gently slid it onto my shoulders. I found the door handle and opened up the door, and felt around with my cane to make sure I wasn't going to trip over a parking barrier. I used my cane to tap along to the school's entrance followed closely by Mrs. Rolfe. I decided that I would speak to Alex today, I didn't know how, but I would find a way, I always do....

(The Pic is of Ginny, obviously) 

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Alex's POV

I slowly walked through the nearly empty hallways to my locker. The students were allowed in school before classes to get things that they need, and to talk to the teachers about their assignments, and such. I didn't put a lock on my locker because I only put my empty binder, and a few packs of gum in it. Funny enough I think I'm addicted to chewing gum, and I also can't sit still for very long.

I stalk down the empty hallway, and out of the building to my usual tree, and slide down to the ground. It's only 7: 16, which means I have about thirty minutes to kill, Great, I think. My day is starting like normal, dragging me down with boredom. I do the only thing I can to drown my boredom, watch some Markiplier. I have always loved Youtube, Dan and Phil, Markiplier, Johnnie Guilburt, Pewds, and all those guys.

I jump when someone comes up behind me ten minutes later.

"Holy chit man you scared the living daylights outta me!" I turn to see who the person is and I'm met by the unseeing eyes of Ginny.

"Oh...sorry Alex, I think..." She tilts her head and smiles a little.

"It's fine, and yep it's me how are you doing?" I smile at her and Mrs. Rolfe, who's standing next to her.

"I'm doing fine, I guess just a herd transition, ya know new school, new town, new everything..." She shrugs.

I nod even though she can't see me. "Been there, done that." She frowns and scrunches her eyebrows.

"Really, do you move around a lot?"

I look at her and frown. "Only three times my fathers death caused us to the first time, plus it's hard to leave everything...to loose all of your friends...and on top of that somebody you love."

She tilts her head and "looks" at me, her glazed eyes boring through my soul. "I know what it feels like to loose things...and people, I'm s-sorry that y-your father died." She stuttered a little, at the painful subject.

I smile a little. "It's okay, at least we know that he doesn't have to worry about anything now..." I looked at my watch, and the bell was about to ring.

"Ginny and Mrs. Rolfe you two should probably go now, the bell is going to ring any minute, see you later." I smile at them.

"See you at lunch Alex, bye." She waved and then they both walked off to the double doors.

Ginny's POV

I walk away from Alex with Mrs. Rolfe, smiling like a fool despite our conversation. I noticed how the topic of moving, and death lifted a little bit of worry off of my chest. I suppose talking about it really does make things seem a little brighter, to know that you aren't the only person who has lost things. I would rather spend life happy, and remembering that they died, but are safe from harm, than living life mourning every time I think about it. 

I wonder if I could do something one day to shake the people of this town to its very roots...maybe one day...