Blind - Shawn Mendes

Chapter 1

Hey guys! I've had this story idea in my head for the longest and finally decided to write it! I have never written a story before so bare with me hopefully it will get better! I hope you enjoy!

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I lay in my bed awake listening to my parents fight about whose turn it is to help me get ready. It's the same routine every morning, they fight, one of them comes into my room to help me get ready for school, which I don't really understand why I have to get ready I have a tutor that comes to our house to teach me since I can't see anything. I wasn't born blind, I lost my eyesight when I was 8, my older brother was driving when a semi truck crashed into us killing him instantly and leaving me blind. I don't know how that accident could be my fault but I still blame myself for losing him and sometimes I think my parents blame me too. Ever since the accident my parents have changed completely, they became mean despite them having to help me get use to being blind. They also refused to help and support me, they paid someone to help me through that process. I constantly feel like a burden to them. I would leave if I could but my parents haven't allowed me to leave the house since, only on special occasions. I hear the door creak open and light footsteps, I automatically know it's my mom. I hear her open the closet door and take out clothes and put them on my bed.

"Get changed and meet me in the bathroom" she says sighing.

I reach for the clothes and change making sure the tags are in the back. I have gotten use to doing most of the things myself but there still is always things I will need help with. Once i'm changed I head to the bathroom slowly making sure I don't bump into anything. My mom grabs my elbow and leads me to sit on the closed toilet and she starts brushing my hair. It's not that I can't brush my hair but when I do it apparently it always looks like "trash" according to my mother.

"Brush your teeth and head downstairs, Martha will be here soon so don't take so long" she says.

I've been blind for 8 years now therefore I know where everything is and I have gotten use to where everything is. I brush my teeth and head downstairs slowly feeling around. I walk into the kitchen and sit on the stool. I hear a plate being set in front of me and I eat in silence. Breakfast is always silent sometimes I can't even tell if I'm eating alone or not. The doorbell rings as I continue to eat.

"Good morning sunshine!" Marthas voice booms through the kitchen.

"Good morning martha! How are you?" I say as I smile at her. I have always loved Martha she's incredibly nice and she is honestly my only friend despite her being 19 years older than me.

"Im great! Well let's get started shall we?"

After about 3 hours of school it's time for Martha to go. We say our goodbyes and I head to the bookshelf and take out a book and head to the back yard. I sit on the grass enjoying the fresh air. This is the only time I feel normal, being outside letting the wind hit my face. I open the book and start reading moving my fingers across the page. Martha gave me this book, The Fault in Our Stars. It is incredible I have been hooked since I opened it. I sit here reading for an hour, I would keep reading but it starts getting chilly so I head inside. I head up to my room slowly until I start hearing yelling. I stop walking and try to listen.

"I can't take this anymore! I feel like I don't have a life! I can't even go out with friends because I'm stuck here taking care of Isabella!" my mom shouts. She honestly sounds like a teenager yelling at her parents for not being able to go out. I roll my eyes and sigh.

"Do you think I enjoy taking care of her 24/7 too?? Shes 16 for crying out loud the babying should have stopped!" my dad shouts back. I feel my eyes pinch and water, I never meant to be a burden and take their life away from them. They keep shouting back and forth about how they don't want to take care of me. I've had enough, I go to my room and take out my bookbag and pack as many clothes as I can and a couple books. I quietly head downstairs and head to the kitchen. I feel around opening cabinets taking as much food as I can and stuffing them into my backpack. I feel around for a jar of money that my parents keep for a "rainy day". I find it and try stuff it in my already full backpack thankfully it isn't a huge jar. I walk to the front door and sigh, I still hear my parents arguing which made me realize that this was for the best. I open the door and walk out, I have no idea where I am going but all I know that anywhere is better than here.