What Doesn't Kill You Makes You Afraid of the Dark

Warnings We're too Blind to See

Chelsey finished making our hot chocolate and topped them off with swirls of whip cream and marshmallows. Now, I know what you're probably wondering, how can a partially blind girl make hot chocolate or do anything else for that matter? Well, Chelsey has special glasses that helps with her vision alittle so that she can see colours and shapes and features, she still likes to use her stick every now and then. Anyways, we headed up to her room with the snacks and hot chocolate and plopped down on her bed.  "Man, your hot choclate is the best I have ever had, Chelse," I say after sipping on my drink. "Thanks, my mom taught me how to make it this way,"  she replies stuffing her face with a handful of pretzels. "Speaking of mothers, where is yours?" I ask quizically.  "Oh, she's off on a buisness trip and won't be back for a few days, plus my dad decided to go with her, because he didn't want her to be alone," Chelse says picking up her backpack and taking out her folders to begin studying. "Huh, he sure loves her doesn't he? That's not a bad thing, it's nice that he doesn't want her to be alone," I say doing the same and pulling out some flashcards and notebooks. We both are pretty organized and have the same habits of studying, using notes and flashcards for review.  We both have almond colored hair, but mine is shorter than hers. She also has bluish-gray eyes, while mine are more dark brown. She has a sculpted face that makes her look slightly older than she is, and I have a face that is sculpted and slightly pudgy in the cheek area. "Yea, I like how they don't argue a lot and take care of each other, so where are your parents?" She questions me, taking out her science notes first, I copy her and then answer "Both of them are out on a "date"  I put quotations around the word date, since that's what my parents like to call it. We look at each others notes and ask questions about each topic and eat while we study. "Hey, if both our parents are gone can I spend the night at  your house?" Chelsey asks. "Sure, in fact they said they'd be staying in a hotel for tonight and tomorrow just in case I wanted to have a sleepover and they wouldn't bother us," I tell her. "Yay, so how about if we finish studying then you can help me pack and we head over there?" She inquires "Ok, we only have two more things to study then we can be done," I say with a smile.  After an half hour of studying and questions, I finally  zip up her duffel bag and she grabs her house key, phone and charger and we head out the door. She stops to lock her door then we start walking down the sidewalk to my house, suddenly she starts to speed walk, I jog to catch up with her "Hey, why are you going faster?" I ask her panting with the effort of keeping up with her stride. "I think I'm getting the same feeling you do when you feel like you're being watched," she says speeding up a little more. "Now that you mention it, I sense that too, wanna run the rest of the way?" I ask her starting to get that "hair-standing on end" feel. "Absolutely, and can you take my stick it would be easier to run if you did," She asks and holds her tapping stick out to me. I take it, then hold on to her hand and start to run. We start to panic a little and run as fast as we can our hands locked together and arms swinging, breathing heavily as we try to escape something that probably wasn't there. Little did we know that there actually was someone or something watching us.