sightless

2.

Saturday, August 24.

I hear birds chirping outside. I wake up and immediately notice more blurred spots. Great. I sigh and sit up. I get up and walk out to the living room, where mom is watching TV.

"It got worse." I say.

"What got w- shit, Eli." She says in a pitiful voice, "I'm so sorry."

"Mom, don't do that." I say, and go to sit next to her.

"I know, love. I'm sorry." She says and hugs me.

I let out a shaky sigh and shake my head.

"I fucking hate this." I say with a few tears streaming down my cheeks.

"Do you want to go to that eye specialist I was telling you about?" She asks.

I nod.

"I'm sorry, I cursed." I say.

"I had you scheduled for later today anyway." She says.

"Okay." I say and wipe my tears, "I'm going to take a shower."

There's a knock at the door before I start heading to my room. Mom gets up to answer the door as I go to my room. I take a quick shower and get out, drying my hair off and wrapping the towel around my waist. I open the door and go to my closet.

"You've got some confidence, new kid." I hear someone chuckle.

I look around and see Carson standing at the door.

"I- what the fuck are you doing in here?" I ask, holding the towel tightly.

"My mom dragged me here, pendejo." He says.

"No, get out of my room, dumbass." I say.

"I'm not in your room." He says.

"Oh my fucking god. I need to change." I say.

"Do you?" He asks, "I think you look pretty good just like that."

I roll my eyes and get my clothes from the closet and go back to the bathroom. I put on my clothes and notice my face is slightly red. Shit. I go back out and find Carson in the same place.

"So this is your room?" He asks.

"Yeah." I say.

"You're blushing a lot." He says, "Or is your face just naturally red?"

"That's concerning you right now?" I ask.

"Fuck, I just wanted to know." He says.

"You're really nosey." I say and sit on my bed.

He walks into my room and stands next to me. I feel his eyes on me, I look at the floor.

"You know, you're lucky that you're you. If you were anyone else, I wouldn't let them talk to me like you do." He says.

"What the fuck does that mean?" I ask, "I'm me, what?"

"Nada, estupido." He says, "I just mean if I would have gotten bad vibes from you, I wouldn't treat you so nice."

He sits down next to me.

"You're being really quiet, you're boring." He says.

"Well what do you want me to do?" I ask.

"Talk about literally anything in the world." He says and looks around, "Tell me about your plants."

"There's nothing really to say about them." I say.

"Do you name them?" He asks.

"Yeah." I say.

"What are their names?" He asks.