I walk along the sidewalk as cars whoosh past me. I feel the wind press up against me and disgusting fumes fill my nose from the disgusting gasses coming from them. Yes, I know I'm more than likely TOO close to the road. But I'm homeless at the age of 19 with no "family" to help me with anything. As if any family would even help me, of course.
Shit- HAPPY THOUGHTS. Only happy thoughts. Just like your therapist told you when you were little. Before you went- Urgh, stop talking to yourself. You sound creepy. Dammit. Doing it again. I look around- not like it'll help my current situation in any way possible. I walk farther down the sidewalk as it twists in an unusual way into the forest and away from the road that leads into the town. I've long forgotten the name, of course. What would you except from a girl who- STOP TALKING TO YOURSELF!
Good god I'm so stupid. I feel a branch whack my face- which stings like hell. But it had a weird kickback... Like someone held it then let it go. ...Whatever. I sigh and keep walking avoiding all of the other branches reaching out over the sidewalk. I freeze when I hear soft giggling- at least... I think... I heard it..? My hearing tricks me on rare occasions... I look in the direction where I heard it from and walk towards it. I feel an eerie feeling start rising around me, but I ignore it and keep going. I slide my hands along the trees beside me and bite my lip. The Autumn leaves crackle below my heavy footsteps of my boots. The scrabbling of squirrels on the trees are all around me, and so are the calls of birds above me. I feel the heat of the sun on my face as it goes through the branches with possibly some leaves still on them. I can hear a squirrel scrabble down one of the trees and onto my arm and it sits on my shoulder. This is usually a normal thing for the squirrels and I now, since we are pretty close friends. And so are the rest of the little woodland creatures.
The sound of rushing water was ahead of me. What was it..? A waterfall? River? I walk closer and almost fall fowards because of the huge sudden drop in front of me. I sit down crosslegged and put my hand in the water. It's pretty cold and fast, but there's a lot of pebbles in it for some reason. I put my hand down as far as I can go. It goes all the way to my elbow when I touch the spiky rocks below. I stand up and sigh. I haven't bathed in possibly a couple of weeks. Which is pretty awkward when walking past people. I'll do it later. I flop down into the soft heather a few yards away from the river(?) and close my eyes, breathing in the scents. The squirrel hops off my shoulder and crawls onto my stomach and curls up into a ball. I smile and don't try to pet it. It'll just run off like all the others. I feel myself drifting into a beautiful dream. One with fantastic neon colors and fantasies.
And best of all...
I'm not blind anymore.
