For the first sight, never to be forgotten

In the past

*this chapter takes place a few years after she first lost her sight, so around the age of seven*

I was still getting used to walking around without seeing still. I held my hands out in front of me and shuffled forwards in slow actions. I ran into the corner of a table, I griped my hip as it surged in pain. I took a shaky breath in as I stood up again. I held onto the table before continuing to walk forward. I took a few more steps forward till I felt my fingers brush over something metallic. I grasped it and soon realize it was a door knob. I put my ear to the door and her a bicycle bell chime. I also heard kids laughing, and I heard some dogs barking. I can take the chance, can't I? I slowly twisted the knob till I felt a hand on my shoulder. I didn't have time to react before the hand threw me on the floor.
I flew backwards a far way from the door. I scraped along the wood floor and tried to push myself back up. "Worthless brat, get up!" He grabbed me by my hair and pulled me to my feet. "I can't let people see I live with a cripple like you," he spat at me but the problem was I couldn't smell alcohol in his voice. He really did think I was worthless. I cried harder as he kept yelling at me. "Bitch stop crying, you're a worthless waste of space and deserve to die!" He kept screaming at me till I heard him open a bottle. I heard I'm chug it fast and emptied the bottle. "Little cunt, I'll put you where nobody will find you, and nobody can hear you scream. You want to know why 'cus no one cares about you." He grabbed my arm with one hand and held the bottle in his other. He yanked me across the floor as I stumbled behind him. I felt him let go of my hand and he pushed me down the stairs. I fell down the stairs till I hit the cold concrete flooring. I heard his feet clumsily hobble down the stairs, and a casual angry grunt as well as a swish of a liquid. I try to back away from the sound but before I can regain control I feel a hand pull on my hair. "You will stay here where you belong. Nobody will know you're here but me. It will be like you disappeared off the face of the earth, and no one would care. Because nobody wants you to exist." He hissed at me as he dragged me over to a post and tied my hands around it. I struggled and cried and screamed in pain as all this was happened. I don't know what I did wrong. Am I really this worthless? I cried all the time I was down there.
Me passed for what felt like hours. My crying has turned into occasional sniffles and whimpers. I sat there on the cold floor as I could remember the sounds from outside. I was so close to freedom, It was in my reach. He took me away from it, but I guess that's what happens when you're as worthless as I am. I kept my head hung low for it was the only thing I could do. My wrists were bleeding from the rope rubbing against them too hard. I heard footsteps come down the stairs. "Come on. I can't let people see you like this. Cause I'll get in trouble, and it would be all your fault." I got a harsh slap to this face as he untied the rope. He pulled my up off the ground and forced me up the stairs. "You tell anyone, I will make sure this gets a million times worse, and I will make your life living hell." He spat in my face as we got to the main floor. "I'm leaving now, and don't go outside! It's already bad enough having a cripple for a sad excuse of a kid." He spat insults at me one last time and left the house. I heard his card veer away in the distance. I sunk down to the floor and began to cry again.
I walked to my room and sat on my bed waiting for something to happen. Anything good to happen... Nothing did happen. I was alone. I'm a worthless waste of space on this planet. Nobody wants me here, I'm nothing. Nobody cares about me and why should the. I'm a useless cripple. Everyone hates me and I don't deserve happin- "Mon I'm home!" I heard Ian call through the house. I heard his feet patter across the floor as he made his way to me. I felt a pair of warm, and loving arms wrap around my shoulders. "Did ya miss me Mon?" I heard Ian giggle. "I missed you so much." I held him closer to me as I just took in all the love radiating off of him for me. "I love you Ian," I whispered silently as if anyone else were to hear, I would be shot dead where I sat. "I love you too Montana." I nuzzled my face into Ian's shoulder as we sat there hugging each other.
From that day on, I never once lost comfort in my brother. But as I got older my dad continued to drag me to the basement and leave me there if I crossed his path. And I can only hope it gets better. Even now after it started when I was seven. I still hope it gets better.