For the first sight, never to be forgotten

Helpless from the start

Hello, my name is Montana. I'm not like other people, but that doesn't mean there is no one like me. It would be selfish of me to say "I don't deserve this" or "I wish I was born differently." But I'm not selfish. I was born blind but that has never held me down. My parents have.
It all started when I was born. I was a normal healthy baby girl with no speculations about my future health. That was the only time I was really... normal. By the time I was five, was when my health was proven faulty. It started when my brother and I were playing in the field behind our house. We were having fun, running, playing, and doing normal things kids do. Until we got to the forest. "Mon come on!" My brother kept pulling on my arm to go up the hill to the flowers. "I'm coming, hold on." I followed him up the final steps and we were there. All the beautiful flowers swayed gently in the soft breeze, as their scent was adrift in the air. Butterflies, bees, and beautifully colored birds gathered in the flowers peacefully. There was no disruption, or fighting. Just peace. My brother and I sat in a grass patch looking at the flowers and animals. "One day I'm going to paint this scene, and I'll give it to you so it will remind you of me." He started to play with my hair and braid it. "Ian, I can't forget you no matter how hard I try I won't forget you. And I would love that picture for the rest of my life!" We both lay on the ground laughing looking at the clear sky. That was the last sight I ever saw in ten years.
As my brother an I were laying there my sight began to fade as I was passing out. I didn't know it back then, but now it's permanently stuck in my mind. My retina was deteriorating with something called Optic Atrophy. My parents had the recessive gene for it, and my body wasn't strong enough to fight it. When I felt consciousness I was completely blind. And I remember that day I cried for everything as my brother, Ian held me. I cried for my sight, I cried for people like me, and I cried for my future. I didn't want it to get the best of me, and it didn't. Someone else did.
My parents were constantly fighting about things young children couldn't understand. They would fight about finances, their children, their families, and about their habits. My father was an abusive alcoholic, and my mother was a smoker and did various drugs. After I lost my sight the yelling didn't stop. It got worse. Every night my brother would come in my room and hold me till we fell asleep together. But it got harder. Soon he started moving up in grades while I was tutored from home. I wanted to go to school, but my dad was ashamed of me,
And my mom didn't want me getting hurt or do anything outside of the house. I had a personal tutor teach me in the day. She taught me how to read in brail, and to use mental math to the extreme. But when she left was when my dad came home. My brother was still at school so I had to deal with the fighting myself. My dad would sometimes come home drunk with an empty bottle in his hand. He might have hit my mother with it till it broke, or he would throw it against a wall and it would shatter on the floor. That's when the yelling was the worst.
The only good part of my life was my brother and my mom on weekends. When my brother got home from school he would tell me everything. He told me what he learned, what he saw, who he met, and what he did. "Today we learned about color, of course I already knew about them because I spent time with you when you could see." He was always gentle with me so he wouldn't startle me. When ever he held my hand or hugged me, he was careful not to scare me. When ever it was the weekend my brother and I would go outside to the flowers in our backyard on the hill. We would care for the flowers and I would touch them to remember how they felt, and that helped me remember the type and what they looked like. Through the years my brother and I would always go to the same spot even in the winter we would talk to the plants, and hope they grow as beautiful as they were.
But as the years passed the fighting got worse. Their screams would erupt through the house, and startled my brother and I. But we had each other. My parents still kept me from leaving the house aside from our property. I hated it. I wanted to be outside. Hear all the sounds, and smell all the different scents, taste other foods, and meet more people. But that didn't happen until where I currently am.
"Are you sure you'll be alright?" Ian placed a hand on my shoulder. "Yeah I'll be fine bro. Don't worry." I smiled at my brother from where I could hear his voice. "Okay but I'll be by your side to help you." He squeezed my shoulder gently to show his worry. "Thanks bro, and besides I wouldn't want you to be lonely on our first day together." I said elbowing his chest. We both laughed as we walked through the school. After all my tutoring my intellectual capacity was the same as my brother even though he was two grades ahead of me. He was a junior while I was a freshman, and we had all the same classes. I was glad to be with my brother and outside of the house. I was finally happy with my life.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ thanks so much for reading the first page of my new story. I had fun writing it and I can tell it will be a good story. I hope. But anyways I'll see you in the next chapter. Buh Bai~ ❤️
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