Chapter 2
I awoke; at first it was all fuzzy. It was like my eyes were clouded over with a milky white film. As it became clearer, I understood now, I understood everything. I was surprised to see Yankee staring blankly into my eyes. As my mind became straightened, thoughts in line, I realized who it was, he was so happy. His big dog smile came over his big brown furry face.
I sat up, then standing to my feet, this time being extra careful not to hit my head. I called for Yankee to follow me. As we went trough the dark tunnel the water splashed under my feet. I could hear Yankees newly wet paws pitter pattering and splashing against the wet concrete tunnel. We keep going, proceeding steadily down the tunnel. My feet were wet with the dirty water that crept through the tunnel. I didn't have as much traction as I would have on dry land. I had bad placement, add this in with no traction and you get a bad disaster, I slipped and fell. I had no time to be hurt right now, I was in to much of a hurry. I got back up wiped myself off, and continued down the wet dark tunnel. I was trying to make up as much time as I possibly could.
As we come to the end of the cold and wet tunnel, the warm day welcomed us. The darkness finally faded and a greatly wanted light came seeping into the tunnel. It had taken me by surprise; it was like when sitting in school after watching a movie, when the teacher would turn on the lights. It had always come as a surprise to my eyes. Even if my mind knew it was coming, my eyes would still act startled, as if it had snuck up on them. I had always had extra sensitive eyes, so I would cover them up and slowly open them to get used to the light. I tried to shield my eyes from the unsuspected rays of the sun but this time I was not quick enough. The only thing that I have ever been in fear of my whole life came true.
As I came out of the tunnel, I could all of a sudden not see anymore, I was blind. It is just as normal blindness comes over you not so sudden at first as clear almost perfect vision fades to where you can only see shapes, as at last nothing, nothing at all. As with class C blindness victim's it doesn't take years to become blind not even months or weeks but only seconds to go completely blind, all of a sudden nothing, nothing at all, and it lasts for the rest of your life. It usually results in a short life as well. Even as a kid I had always known that I had a chance of inheriting class C blindness from my dad. The blindness for class C victims can be fatal, as it was for my dad. One day he was running and playing with us kids and on the next, he was struggling to get out of bed. As his sight started to fade so did his life, his body was slowly shutting down.
It finally got so bad that he had to go to the hospital. It was the first time in his whole life that he had ever stepped foot in a hospital. He had always believed that hospitals were unneeded. I visited him in the hospital, his face got paler every day that I would come, and just like that one day, the day we had always feared. On that day as all the color had left his face, the life that had once filled it was gone, and just like that he was dead. This day was only a week after he had lost his vision. No one still to this day, even with all the technology of our age, has ever figured out why class C victims loose their sight. My dad didn't even know and I don't even know.
I cried, morning my dads death for many weeks but one day I woke and my tears faded away and that was it. I had grieved no more, yes I still remember him every now and then. I cry but I have always had respect for my dad and for the class C blindness. Since I respected him, I had always done what he had said to do, he had said to "never live in fear son don't be afraid to live your life as if it is the last day of your life, last day you will ever live again, so go son, go sky diving, go swimming with sharks, there's no limit to what you can do." I know that my dad had never lived in fear even to the last day of his life. Even through the days of his illness. I found him comforting me more than I ever did him, even on his deathbed he would give me hope of life.
I moved on, it was hard but soon both Yankee and me got over the sadness of the death of my father. My dad was not so much as a father; he was always more like my friend. We would play and talk. We would talk about stuff that only friends would talk about, not any particular kind of topics but just random things. Stupid things, that kids would talk about. He seemed really into stupid kid things. I loved my dad very much, and it is hard to say, but without him comforting me, there would probably be no reason for me to even live.
