For the first sight, never to be forgotten

School isn't hard in the dark

I was constantly lead by my brother, but I didn't mind. I trust him more that I trust myself. He kept his shoulder in front of my chest so nobody would run into me, he also held my hand to keep me close to him. My brother is taller than me, and it was always comfortable to rest my head on his chest or back. "We're almost there Mon," he slowed down a little and turned a corner. "Almost there," I heard his voice struggle. "Are you alright Ian?" I held his hand tighter, I knew he was tenses and worried about something. "Yeah I'm okay Mont-." I was pushed back suddenly and fell on the ground. "Oh my god Montana." I felt a hand wrap around my wrist, but it was too harsh to be Ian's.
"Wake up you little lazy ass bitch!" It was my fathers voice. "Wake up!" He picked me up and threw me on the floor. "Can't you do anything right for once! I come home after work and I find you sleeping, under my roof, In my sons bed!" He kept screaming at me as I struggled to get off the floor. It was just a dream. I sighed as I stood up off the floor, "sorry sir. It won't happen again." I lifted my head up only to be slapped hard across the face. "Yeah it shouldn't happen again you worthless scum." I stumbled backwards as he continued to scream at me. "Come on, this action can't go without punishment." He grabbed my hand tightly, probably leaving a bruise. "A cripple like you shouldn't even be alive." He pushed me down on the floor and dragged me down to the basement. "Please, just stop" I tried to cover my face as I cried, but he pulled me up by both of my hands. "You deserve to be treated as what you are, worthless, and trash of the earth that nobody wants." I felt his alcohol tinted breath on my face as he yelled at me. He continued to drag me down the stairs until I hit the cold hard concrete floor of the cellar basement. "You don't deserve to be in comfort so I'll put you where you belong," He was speaking through his teeth at this point. He threw me across the floor again and my back cracked against one of the metal beams, and I screamed in pain.
"Get up bitch, and save me the pity," He spat at me as he grabbed my hands again and tied them together. "Stay there bitch" he spat at me before he let and went back upstairs. This isn't the first time this happened. It most definitely won't be the last. The cellar was always silent aside from the occasional creaks of the wood from upstairs, or the faint echo of a draft down here. It was alway cold down here, and I always had nothing to barely any to keep me warm. There are other things down here from what I remember. I think various furniture and storages of cans and family records. I wonder what it would be like if my dream was a reality. I would be with my brother, listening to the teacher, smelling all the scents of the different classrooms, maybe meeting new people. I wonder what my life would be like... if I wasn't blind. My parents would be a little nicer to each other. My brother would have a normal life. My parents wouldn't be ashamed of me. I felt the tears start to roll down my face. God I really am worthless. I'm nothing but a bitch that can't do anything for herself, and deserves to die. I started to cry harder as a lay against the pillar. I must have fallen asleep because soon I wasn't in the cellar anymore, I was in the flower field. I saw my brother play in the snow as he showed me how to build a snowman. "Come on Mon, you can decorate him now!" He was jumping all around handing me a red and black plaid scarf, and a black top hat to put on the snowman. He put on the button eyes, and the carrot nose. We soon found some sticks for the arms and some rocks for the smile. "I'm so cold." I was shivering as my vision soon faded, and I was awake on the floor again.
It's always dark. There has never been light, color, or other living things I could see aside from in my dreams. I don't want to be here, I don't want to be treated like this. I started to cry more to myself it only added discomfort, but I couldn't help it. I stayed like that in the cold till I felt a warmer breeze come from somewhere. I soon heard pounding feet on the wooden stairs coming down quickly. I flinched once I head the sound of the shoes hit the concrete floor, but I soon relaxed once I felt a warm pair of comforting arms wrap around my shoulders. I rested my forehead in the crook of Ian's neck as he comforted me. "Montana I'm so sorry, I should've been here." He let go of me untying the ropes, and continued to cradle me on the floor as I cried in his shoulder. "Its okay Mon. I'm here now, and I'll never let this happen to you again." He picked me up and carried me upstairs setting me on the floor in front of the stove. He put a blanket over me and continued to cradle me to make sure I was warm enough. "How did I not notice this before. Shit I'm so stupid." He held me closer as he rocked back and forth. "Ian," I tugged on his shirt. "Yes Mon?"
"I'm sorry if I'm a bother to you, I know I'm an extremely messed up person, and I'm sorry for messing up your life also. I'm nothing but a burden on other people." I felt a teardrop fall on my cheek, but it wasn't mine. "My dearest, Montana you're never a burden. You make my life better, and you give me inspiration." He wiped the tears off my cheek as I started to cry. "I love you so much," he hugged me closer as I wrapped my arms around his shoulders. "I love you too Ian."