Blind

Chapter One •Moving To A New House•

Arabella

(Arabella at the top)

As I sat in my Father's Car, I listened to the sound of the wind passing by my face and ears, making a little swoosh sound. I could hear my Dad,along with my brother, talking but I chose to ignore them, knowing they are talking of the scenery around us that I can't see.

I guess now is a good time to introduce myself. My name is Arabella, or just Bella to my family, and I'm blind. I've been like this since I was 6, I developed some bacteria when I was in the womb that left my eyes under developed and over time I lost my eye sight.Now all I see is black and little white spots of light trying to break through the blackwall of darkness.

My Brother says I'm stunningly beautiful but I'll never believe him, I imagine myself a ugly creature with lost clouded eyes that constantly look at the space around them.

My Father described me as beautiful with soft blond hair, a button nose, big lips that are a natural soft pink, Tan skin, small hands with fingernails that are painted blue by my brother, long legs, flat but still moderately chubby stomach and curves on my hips.

My brothers name is Mark. Mark is 4 years older than me making him 25. He lives with his girlfriend Lisa but visits and helps out me and dad whenever he can.I can always tell when he is leading me he is strong and tall like my father but he has soft hands compared to my fathers callus infested hands from the years of work from working on a ranch in his youth.

According to my father we're moving into a new house in Georgia. He says it's a nice two story house with an attic, the house had brail around the door ways saying what room it was like Kitchen, bathroom, living room, backdoor, front door, staircase, ect. I was looking forward to a new house the old one was to big and I would wonder around the house trying to find the right room. It was very difficult and annoying.

"Bella were here" my Brothers voice brought me out if my thoughts. I turned my head to were I thought he was. He was right beside me meaning he had opened the car door for me to get out. I placed my small,soft hand in his and he helped me out of the car.

I took out my walking stick and carried it with me are he slowly lead me forward.

"Okay Bella, there's steps right here, 10 of them" he helped me up the stairs and on a flat surface which must of been the porch. Mark lead me forward and placed my hand on the wall. I traced my fingers over the bumps spelling out front door I nodded my head and Mark lead me inside and stopped again placing my hand on a smooth surface than on a level that had more small braille staircase 15

"Mark what does the 15 mean,?"

"It means 15 steps Bella. Come on I can't wait to get to your room, you'll love it!" I could hear the excrement in his voice and couldn't help but laugh.

I walked up the 15 steps and Mark lead me to a room with braille saying Bella's room. I smiled and walked into the room using my stick to guide me. Finally I hit something,admitting a small thud from the metal hitting the wooden bed frame, and reached my hand down front of me feeling the familiar softness of my bedsheets. I pressed more down on the bed and  I felt like there was someone on the bed quickly moving away from my hand.

"Mark are you on the bed?,"

"No, I'm right behind you why?,"

Thinking it was weird but not wanting to mention it to him I gave a small "No reason" and sat down,looking straight where I think Mark was. "Can you describe it for me?"

"Your walls are painted purple with grey out lines, your bed has purple sheets with black pillows.You have a white dresser in the corner with your braille books on them, a white night stand with a lamp and a alarm clock. A walk in closet with your clothes and shoes.There's a  bathroom with a toilet in the corner,a sink next to it and a shower, a window to your left beside your bed with a ledge to it. All in all, you got the best room" I smiled at him loving image that he painted of my room.

"Thank you Mark, I love it. Can you please get me some water from down stairs and maybe some chips?" I asked still smiling at him.

"Yeah, I'll be right back" I heard his footsteps go down the steps the disappear leaving me in silence. I laid down on my bed, looking up at the ceiling. The whole time I have been in here I feel like I'm being watched.

Strange........