Phan OneShots

Blind

Often times we miss the beauty around us like the setting sun, a pretty rose in a bush a bird soaring in the sky or maybe even the beautiful face of the love of your life. But imagine one day if you all you saw was darkness. Imagine seeing nothing but the dark in front of your eyes.

That was my life since I was 6 when I lost my eyesight after a horrible accident. I couldn't see anything. It was a hard time for me and I felt worthless.

I only remembered my parent's faces and some of my relatives and friends I had seen before but everyone else was a mystery. I hated it. I hated not knowing how someone looked like. I hated being helped constantly. I hated that I was seen as someone to be pitied. I hated everything about my life and my blindness

I grew up isolated and away from everyone including my parents. I would spend all my time alone listening to music because at the time it was the only thing that would seem to make me happy. I was depressed most of the time as I would feel powerless and felt like I could do nothing in my life.

But then I met him.

I first met him when I very ungraciously bumped me in the street and knocked him hard down on the ground before falling onto him myself. He groaned a little.

"Are you blind or something? Can't you see where you're going?" the person yelled. It was a boy. I felt my face reddening as I tried to get up but I stumbled down.

"Get off me" the boy yelled.

I was close to crying as the boy yelled at him. I hated being humiliated for something I couldn't help at all. But I had to ask for help and it would be probably from the asshole I had fallen on.

"Um would you help me up?" I asked him.

"Why? Can't you get up yourself?" the boy snapped.

"I would fall again because I can't see you know I am blind" I said.

There was a long silence before I felt hands on me.

"Oh my god I didn't know I am so sorry oh god I am such a horrible person. I am so sorry, please forgive me" I heard the boy.

Its fine" I said simply as I stood up.

"It's just that I had a bad day and I fell down and I got mad and I am so sorry" I heard the boy's voice laced with guilt.

"I told you its fine" I said. It wasn't the first time something like this had happened to me but this certain boy was much ruder than most people. But I was still unaffected.

"Okay would you like me to help you with anything? Should I help you walk?" the boy asked. I knew he was just trying to help but I hated the fact that he felt the need to help me. If I had eyes he would have just snapped at me and told me to fuck off or something but the fact that I was blind made him act nicer towards me hurt me. It was like I had no identity beyond my condition and that I was just someone to be pitied. It made me feel like people were nice to me just because I was blind not because I was a nice person.

"No thanks I am fine I will manage" I said rejecting his offer as I started walking away.

"I am sorry please" I heard the boy again but I just ignored him.

I thought I was done with him and that I would never see him again but I was wrong. Just two days later I was walking down the road when I was tapped on the shoulder.

"Hey um aren't you the blind boy from that day?"

I knew this voice was familiar.

"I am that boy you fell on"