I was sitting on the sofa in our living room, my mom was home looking after me, we got a phone call. It was the phone call that could make or break my chance of seeing again. Mom's voice faded from its natural confidence and then hung up. "They want to meet with us, they wouldn't tell me anything but I'm not sure if it's good news." My face immediately dropped I couldn't believe it. Still a little spark inside me still shone. "Mom, you might be wrong." Crap that didn't sound as confident as I had planned. "There is. Always. A chance." I was now crying. Days turned to weeks and eventually I went to the doctor. He asked me how I was gave me the usual checkup and asked what I could see. Of course it's always just darkness. It has been since I was born. He then told mom and I to take a seat. Yep this is it, I finally get to know. "Spencer, your chance of seeing is low. There is a 3% chance, but a 98% chance you will live in the dark being vision impare-" I cut him off. "Just call it blind, it's what I am right?" He was suddenly embracing me as I wept. Mom was there too. I still had hope. I was going to see even if it's only that three percent, I'm gonna make it.
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First sight
General FictionI'm Spencer Woods, I was born blind. The world seems so dark and twisted when I'm blind. Why is it the same when I see? (This is a spin-off to pll and I don't own many of the names all copyright goes to pll.)
