Driving.
On Wednesday I sit on my porch instead of going to the park.
It's not that I can't go it's just that I don't want to because of the family there today.
I don't have a problem with them it's just that the kids don't understand the whole blind thing. They don't get that when I open my eyes I can't see, they think as soon as I open my eyes I'm open to a whole new world, I wish I was, but at the same time I'm glad can't.
It makes me worry less, feel less, hurt less, and by all means that's alright with me.
"There you are, I've been looking for you." Elijah's voice sounds off.
"It's nice that someone was looking for me." I say into the open.
"Well, you weren't at the park or the library so I assumed you were here." He said and his voice got closer.
"Here inside or out?" I ask.
"I'm a guesser not a psychic." He jokes and I laugh a little before asking, "Do you want to go to the library?"
I say sure and ask Celia who was inside.
"Do you promise to walk me back? I can only go if you promise to do that."
"I promise." He said and I smile while I slowly and ever so carefully walked down the stairs his hand is out and I grab it to walk down the last few stairs.
His hand is soft and gentle, but full of calluses in certain places. Once I'm on the sidewalk I let go.
"Where were you on Monday?" I ask since today is Wednesday.
"I was sick, nothing to worry about."
He sounds unconvincing but I don't say anything, I'm not his best friend or girlfriend or related to him so I don't pry.
"You know what's annoying?" I ask him as we walk slowly to the library, which is nice because I need my daily dose of not being with the people I live with and spend all the time with.
"What?"
"I can't drive." I tell him as if he doesn't already know that.
"I'm sixteen years old and I can't drive and everyone else is." I say and he laughs.
"I can't drive." He says but it doesn't make me feel any better.
"That's the thing, you'll always have the ability to drive, you just haven't learned how to yet."
"Maybe, what if I don't even like to drive? Or maybe it scares me?"
"Elijah? Scared of driving, I doubt that. You're too fearless." I say and he stays quiet for a few seconds.
"You really think so?" He asks.
"I know so."
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Short StoryShe's been blind since birth, bitter since 13, and scared since she was 6. It's amazing what you can remember when you can't see. But then again, some things you would rather want not see anyways. Mature themes. Read at your own risk. BOOK ONE OF '...
