Blind Chaos (Robin x Blind!Reader)

Chapter 1: Watch Out!

Days and nights pass by, pretty uneventful. They are usually spent trying to stay hidden, find food, and just stay safe in this city that's blocked from my view. Not going to lie, it was pretty scary, still is. I mean before everything went to shit, I could barely bring myself to go on a walk outside because I was scared of what could happen without me knowing.

Losing my sight was traumatic to say the least, I wish it didn't hold so much power over me. I know it doesn't have to, I just need to have the courage to not let it control my life, but its kind of hard when you don't have a stable home. Or know when your next meal will be. Or when you don't have anyone to talk to besides your loyal dog. Or when you're a coward, like myself.

I let out a sigh and lean back against the back wall of a restaurant in an alley way that I'm currently inhabiting for a bit. I never stay in one place for too long though. I've stayed in homeless shelters before, but most of the time its random alleys near businesses. Mostly restuarants. After awhile though the owners stop pitying me and letting me stay, and start to get annoyed with my presence. Rightfully so. I make sure to leave before I get kicked out. Its not good for their businesses, and I get that. I'm just greatful they let me stay for a bit in the first place. I haven't talked to the owner of this place in awhile. The days blur together, and I have no idea how long its been since I ran off, thinking I could sustain myself and figure out all that adult stuff. Oh how wrong I was.

But I guess I'm still living.

So that says something.

Probably.

I'd like to think so at least.

If I let myself drown in regret, I would never enjoy the small joys of my situation. I have the best dog in the world by my side, who has never let me down. Reggie is by far my best friend, even out of all my other past best friends. He's so loyal, and useful where I'm useless. If I were him, I would have left me the moment I realized I had no idea what I was doing. But he stayed. I guess you could say its because he was trained as a service dog to help, so it was probably against his training to just leave me, but I like to believe that its because he loves me. Whatever his reasons are, we're in this together.

Most of my days are filled with me thinking about my past. About how home used to feel. How moms hugs never failed to cheer me up. How much it hurt, and still does hurt to think about how she isn't in this world anymore. Or sometimes I think about the small time I spent in foster care after her death. I try not to dwell on regrets, seeing as I need to stay positive, but I do have a lot. Like how the last conversation I had with my mom was a selfish fight on my part between us. Or how rude I was to the people in foster care, who were just trying to help me. Or how I ran away, letting my emotions control my actions.

When I force myself away from those thoughts though, I just try to remember my mothers face. Her beautiful smile that seemed to light up the room. How her eyes never failed to be filled with amusement when I would say a stupid pun or dad joke. Or that worried face she had when I first got sick. Before I couldn't see again. Even after that, there is so much to remember. Her comforting smell, the feeling of her arms around me, or her gorgeous voice. Just her presence in general was so peaceful to be around.

I let out a sigh, and feel Reggie nuzzle his snout under my arm. His way of comforting. I smile a bit and scratch his favorite spot behind his ear. I hear his tail thumping against the ground, a sign he's enjoying the attention. I chuckle and lay down next to him, cuddling him close. He's the perfect size for cuddling. Not too big, not too small, and he's really fluffy as well. I don't completely remember what breed of dog he is, but I think he's some type of Collie mix.

I know I'm going to have to leave this spot soon, but right now I just want to lay on the comfortable abandoned couch cushions someone left here. I'm guessing I must be somewhere near a furniture store as well as a restaurant.