You Should Open Your Eyes

The dream, the surprise the struggle

Hi guys :) I'm Nicole and this is my first fanfic on Wattpad. I know it won't compare to the others but I enjoy writing it :) If you like it please vote and comment ideas!

Emily's POV

*Dream*

"But Emily! Why do you have to move?" Swaggi says pleading. I sigh "Because my mum wants me to move to another school in another state. Daddy hurt her and I have to move with her and my older sister" I explain for the one thousandth time. We hug and I hop into the awaiting car with my mum and sister and wave as the car drives off.

*dream scene changes*

I open my eyes in my new room. But it was blurry. You make your way unsteadily to your new kitchen, where mum was making pancakes. "mummy" you panic "It's all blurry! make it go away!!" mum bends down and looks into your eyes. "There's nothing there sweetie" "But mum I can't see! Your blurry and everything else is too!" She frowns and takes your hand. "C'mon lets go and see a doctor." Time speeds forward and I'm in the doctors seat. He inspects my eyes and he sighs a sad sigh. "I'm sorry but she has a condition called 'Glaucoma' She will eventually go fully blind around the age of 16 or 17"

I wake up to the usual blackness. There was nowhere I went without just seeing black. Just as the doctor promised 12 years ago I turned 100% blind at the age of 16. I was now used to it a year onwards but sometimes I struggled. I feel to the bedside table where I knew the clothes would be sitting. I sit up and get out of bed. The usual underwear and another material. The material was long and smooth. A sundress and I could feel the  I feel for the tags to put my clothes on and walk into the kitchen. I didn't need to feel my way anymore 10 paces to my right and another 5 until I'm in the kitchen. My footsteps echoed through the house so I was the only person awake. I wait patiently for my mum or sister to awake to help me with my breakfast.

I start thinking about the only thing I have in common with all of the other girls in the world. One Direction. I didn't like them because of their looks, how could I? I loved them because of their voices and their personality. Mum described them to me many times. It was one of my favourite stories. Harry with his curly brunette mob of hair, on a pale face that had dimples when he smiled. His broad shoulders and his muscular body was a standout to all of the girls. His slow and seductive voice drew me in when he sung. Then there was Zayn with his more tan skin but a cheeky smile. His dark brown hair always slick. His high notes would always leave a girl weak in the knees. Liam with his tall stature, strong body and brunette hair with some blonde or lighter brown in it. He was the mature one, even though he wasn't the oldest. Louis, with his hair sticking out every which way and his humor that made me laugh until my sides hurt. And my favourite Niall with his bleached blonde hair although you could see a bit of his natural brunette. His blue eyes sparkled naturally and it would apparently put every girl in a trance. And his smile that wasn't perfect but who's was? But this was not the reason why Niall was my favourite. He was my favourite because his accent is to die for, his laugh is so adorable! and his such a nice and caring guy who wouldn't hurt a soul. I could tell just by this beautiful voice.

In my daze I hear a light turn on although nothing changed for me, and I hear footsteps approach. "Ah Emily your already awake are you?" Mums voice comes from my right. I smile and nod. "I assume you want help with breakfast do you?" I nod again and footsteps go through the kitchen. There was a light bang on the table as she puts my breakfast in front of me. The light clang of cereal going into my bowl makes my stomach growl. Mum grabs my hand and puts it into the hole where you hold the milk. She helps me pour the milk as I like to help make breakfast and I go and sit down at the already pulled out chair. I start eating and the sound of another chair getting pulled out starts me. "sorry"mum mumbles. "Your going to have some visitors today" I nod I guessed as I had been given good clothes to wear. "Do I know them?" I ask as I take another bite. "You have heard of them but haven't met them yet" She says and I nod. I walk to the bathroom and feel for my hairbrush, and started to brush my hair. When I was done I felt for my toothbrush and toothpaste and after a good 5 minutes of lining the paste with the brush I successfully put some on the brush. I brushed my teeth and then heard the door bell. "Emily! They're here!"