In A Dark World: AmericaXBlind!Reader

The First Encounter

AN: So, I totally forgot that I had this account, but I finished this story on my Quotev account, so lucky you :D You get the entire story today :D :D :D

  It's been a year now. A year of suffering and loneliness. Just recently, my last friend left me. They all left me for the same reason. I was too much trouble. Usually I had friends to help me get groceries and stuff. Now that job has been left to me. Sadly I don't have a seeing eye dog because I'm not a huge fan of dogs (sorry if you do like dogs), and I have no one to help me around.
Worst of all, I'm running out of food. Thankfully, I remembered how to walk to the nearby grocery store. I carefully maneuvered my way from the living room to my bedroom. I grabbed a shirt and a pair of jeans, that way, my clothes will match no matter what. Prepared to leave, I grabbed my keys and left my house.
Before the accident, I used to listen to music and sing along while walking, but now I have to listen to my surroundings and stay vigilant. I was grateful that the crosswalks around here talked and told you when it was safe to cross. Once I reached the parking lot, I had to concentrate a whole lot more. The noises blurred together and made it hard to distinguish the cars apart. I listened in to all the feet to try and locate the entrance. After I was confident that I wouldn't walk into a wall, I followed someone indoors. Step one, get to store, done!
Now I had to find an employee. I tried to listen to the beeps of a cash register until I located one. A kind woman was talking to a man with a British accent. "Excuse me?" I looked down, embarrassed to be calling attention to myself.
Someone moved, to turn and face me presumably. "Yes love?" The man with a British accent responded.
"May I ask if you work here?"
"I indeed do! How may I be of assistance?" I heard the lady walk away.
"Well you see, I was wondering out anyone here could help me get my groceries because I'm..." I tried to continue, but I couldn't. I have a hard time admitting my disability. "I'm blind..."
"Why of course love! I in fact have a friend here who should be able to help you. I'll call him." He shuffled, as if going to grab something from his pocket.
"Thank you! Oh! By the way, my name is (y/n)." I stuck out my hand, hoping I wouldn't hit anything.
He politely shook my hand. "It's a pleasure meeting you (y/n). I'm Arthur." It seemed the person he called had answered because his words were not directed towards me. "Well just get down here please." He shut his phone and sighed. "Sorry if my friend gets annoying."
Suddenly, I could here loud footsteps approaching. "HEY DUDE! WHAT 'CHA NEED?" A man probably 30 feet away yelled.
"You bloody git! There's no need to yell! I need you to help (y/n) get her groceries."
The man seemed to move where he stood, probably to pose or something. "I'm the hero!! I'll always help save the day! Just who am I helping?"
I spoke up. "Uh, me..."
I could feel him move close to me. "Hi!" He yelled, seemingly right in front of my face.
I heard a loud smack as Arthur spoke up. "GIT! She's blind, not deaf! Please just help her."
The man grabbed my wrist and started to drag me farther into the store. He began to laugh. "Then let's go!!" I quickly turned around to face the general direction where Arthur should be and yelled thanks, then returned to face where I was being lead.
After a while of being dragged to nowhere, I broke the silence between us. "Don't you need to know what I need?"
He laughed again, quite loud. "Yea, that would probably help. What do you need first?"
I thought threw my mental list and choose the first thing I needed. "What's your name?" The man turned around to face me.
"I'm the hero, Alfred F. Jones!"