HypoFaker

Chapter 2: The distortion

Ever since I was young, my grandmother had been blind.

It simply became a part of her, and I don't quite remember how she became blind. Matter of fact, if I'm being honest, my memory hasn't been too well lately. But my grandmothers causation of blindness wasn't that big of a deal, getting her situated and her house blind-proofed was the bigger deal.

She's still alive and well, and the same as she was before. She loved to bake as almost all grandmas do, so when she became blind, which might I add; she was well in her mid-sixties, it became a conflict for her. Usually, me and my mother would go over to help her out. We would check up on her and my mother would teach her new recipes and get her familiar with where all her utensils and ingredients were. Although, I was still very young and so my mother sat me down on the couch, changing the channel to some kiddie cartoon, but I would always listen to them instead. My grandma, she was a happy elderly woman, and blindness never seemed to stop her. It inspired me.

I still think about it sometimes, especially when I eat meals that she would make for me a lot when I was younger. Like the one I am eating now, or more like was eating. Green-bean casserole. I sure ate it quickly. Giving me distant memories and emotions. Sadly, this was only lunch.

My mothers voice snapped me out of my thoughts, "Don't forget, you have an appointment with an eye doctor in fifty-five minutes." She finished her casserole and set her fork down. I eyed her and nodded. Standing up and putting my plate in the sink after washing it off.

After tiredly stumbling up the stairs, I changed into more appropriate clothes and slicked my hair down again. Gazing longingly into the mirror, I noted my pale cheeks, the black shoulder-length fluffy and bouncy curls, and the dagger-hazel eyes, the poppy colored lips, along with my slender form. At least, others called it slender, but I did not see that. One odd thing I did see was a faint halo above my head. Why was that? I rubbed my eyes but it was still there. I dismissed it as the suns rays and went to my room.

I tumbled onto my bed. I had no energy. It's Saturday, tons of teens are out and about with activities, so why am I not? Why do I never have any energy? Why am I not normal?

These thoughts must have gotten to me physically, because a sickening headache tore through my head and I groaned, rubbing my temples and looking around for my cat. Have to distract myself....but I don't want to get up. That takes too much energy.

Suddenly she popped up on my bed, inches from my head. She greeted me with a raspy meow and I reached to stroke her head.

She was a perky Snowshoe Siamese cat that loved watching TV with me, eating, and looking out windows. She had the typical Siamese look, but there were also white blotches on her face and paws. Her eyes were a crystal blue, and she flicked her tail a lot. One thing I found cute about her was that she butt-bumped everything when she walked, and often looked behind her to check to see if I was still following her. You would think her meow is a pretty one, but no. It's an adorable raspy one. One that sounds like she's trying her best to meow.

I stroked her head, but my headache seemed to move to my eyes, and my eyes now throbbed as I groaned and turned onto my side.

"Time to go!" My mother sang as she quickly walked past my bedroom door and I sat up. Time sure had passed quickly, had I really been here that long?

I sat up and groaned as my cat, who's name might I add was Marshmallow, brushed up against my arm and let out another raspy meow, flicking her tail playfully. "I'll see you later." I whispered to her and pecked her furry forehead before standing up, slinging my small satchel over my shoulder, and tucking my phone inside.

After nearly stumbling downstairs with dizziness and a headache, I met my mom in the car and huffed. "Ready Toffee?" She said in a sing-song voice that irritated me. It seemed today I wasn't in the mood, but she sure was. She pulled out the driveway before speeding away. We moved to a nice area recently, so we could be closer to my therapist and favorite shops. There were arts and craft stores, book stores, nice restaurants, bars. Lots of nice things. The seasons were changing, and winter was quickly making its way, so in the spirit of the holidays, many shops had put up twinkling lights along their high up roofs, and holiday sale stickers on their windows.

We passed by there stores, and I nearly fell asleep. I was much to sleepy to squint into the windows of the shops. I was far to sleepy to function actually. It didn't feel like I was here. It felt like I was watching my life. Again.

We eventually pulled up into a parking space at my eye-doctors office, my headache was still there, but not as bad.

We waited in the waiting room for what seemed like forever, even though we were on time to our appointment. Eventually, my doctor stepped out with a heavy, "Hello there" and invited us in.

We did all the procedures and tests, the visual acuity tests, the cover tests, ocular motility testing, the stereopsis test, and finally, the glaucoma test. He seemed disgruntled by this one, and asked me more questions, which I lazily answered. Zoning out and staring at the floor.

He disappeared for a few minutes, or at least he said it would be a few minutes but it felt like an hour, before finally returning.

"How have you felt lately?" He asked, pulling out a clipboard.

"Emotionally or...?" I sarcastically replied.

"Physically." He had a bit of an accent when he spoke.

"I've had headaches, in my head and my eyes. I've also been feeling rather sick, especially nausea, along with seeing halos and weird beams of light." I answered and huffed. What was the big deal?

He wrote what I presumed were my answers down before asking my mom to step out the room.

They spoke for what seemed like forever. I could faintly hear their voices, which were filled with concern. But I ignored this and rested my head in my hands, kicking my feet.

They finally returned, my mom sat down, and my doctor cleared his throat.

"Toffee?" My doctor said randomly, why did he call me Toffee? He knows he isn't allowed to.

"Yes?" I replied with attitude and rolled my shoulders.

My mom shifted uncomfortably in her seat and took out her phone. Of course.

"It appears that you have an odd form of Glaucoma, and your vision will be completely gone soon."

"Glaucoma? What is that?" My voice slightly cracked.

"Its a disease that silently takes eyesight. You explained to me your symptoms and they match up with those of Glaucoma." He grumbled.

"Well can't we cure me? Save my eyesight? It's curable, right?"

"It is, but like I said, yours is an odd form of Glaucoma, and we are too late. I'm sorry Toffee but soon, you will not be able to see anymore."

With those words, it felt like a bit of my world had shattered, and the fuzziness and tiredness in me grew.

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