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Silent Eyes

Silent Eyes

It's not easy living a life where you have to depend on your ears to know where or what is going on or even who is in front of you. You'd get terrified to stick your arms out and try and touch things because you wouldn't want someone to see you and depend for help and have people realize that you have a disability and can't be able to do everything that you usually do by yourself.
It's usually the case of

You can't see so you can't do it.

Or

Nono, let me handle the knife. You just sit down. You'll get hurt.

But I've been doing this for years! I'm not going to get hurt? Why can't people just let me be?

They would deem me down into the ranking of where I can't do anything and I have to sit and do nothing. I hate doing that. I hate being the one to not do anything and just be deemed to become a lifeless body who only moves when someone has to help me move.

I'm fine on my own. I've dealt with this for years. I don't care that you came into my life...

"And realized I was blind. I can do this on my own, Jack." Sean said, staring at the wall as he always did whenever he would speak to someone. He stood his ground, his best friend already discovering he was blind and now demanding that he could never cook nor handle a knife or bake ever again.

"It's my passion to bake! You can't take it away from me just because I'm blind."

The tall male huffed, staring down at the shorter male. He tilted the shorter male's head up to be facing him as he spoke.

"Then prove it to me that you can bake without any help." His deep voice said firmly as the shorter one huffed.

"I've baked for years. I can do it without any help." Sean firmly said before removing Jack's hand from his chin and walking to the kitchen.

In the kitchen the shorter male stood there, his eyes staring at the wall in front of him as in his mind it was picturing what he thought the kitchen looked like. He placed his hand on the counter, it triggering the picture in his head to light up white. He took steps forward, the floor in his mind turning white in the black abyss he had learned to live with for almost all his life.

As the picture in his mind, more like place, light up with white, He smiled brightly. Soon, he got to work, knowing how many steps to take left to get to the fridge then how many steps to take right and forward to head to the oven and counter. He softly counted as he moved.

"One two three and a half.."

"Four three two one and a half.."

"One two and a quarter..."

The tall male leaned against the wall, watching the shorter one bake and do whatever he did. He took out a cigarette, lighting it and placing it in between his lips. He had trusted the shorter male and since he couldn't see.. in this apartment he wouldn't have his half mask on. No one ever saw he right side of his face, they only saw the left.

The right side was somewhat ruined to him. He had marks and some burn marks around that side and on the left side it was just nothing but perfect skin. He was told by someone who covered their eyes to keep the mask on unless you are with someone who can't see you. Then you may take it off.