Beautiful Shadows

Chapter 1

        Pity. The worst thing I feel on a daily basis. Well not pity for others, pity from others. Like how shitty is that? Already I have to deal wtih my Mom babying me all the time and then have other people baby me. As if I can't handle myself! Just because I was born with sucky  eyes that wouldn't work to save the President of the United States if he were drowning! Being blind sucks. I never saw colors, or watched cartoons in the morning. I can't get a lisence to go to the mall and pick out clothes I can't tell if I like or not because, obviously, I CAN'T SEE! At least I don't get bullied at school for bad clothes choices because no one there can see either. I'm sure I'd get pity then too.

        I go to Lincoln Jerome Academy for the Blind, which by the way is a stupid name for a school, because it's just like any other school, besides the fact that we have to learn Braille and really don't have an Arts program. All of the students are extremely friendly and there are no bullies.  Honestly, I don't know how that could even happen because we can't see anything about your appearence, grades or anything else petty bullies would make fun of someone for. My best friend is Max. Her full name is Maxine Terrence Willingham, but she hates the name Maxine so everyone calls her Max. We've been friends since kindergarten when we had Mrs. Wier as our teacher. We hit it off right away, talking non stop about our favorite music to listen to and favorite TV shows to also listen to. Although, I do envy Max. She wasn't born into a dark world like I was; she had a few years before she and her family got into a fatal car crash and her optic nerves were damaged. She tells me she still dreams, still sees color in her mind. I don't dream. I never have never will unless some genius comes up with a plan to give me robot eyes. 

        Though I am envious I love listening to her dreams. They're memories mostly because how could you imagine something else when you don't know if it could be real or not. Wind blowing in trees on a bright day, how would you know if you've never seen it. Her favorite dreams are ones about going to Disney. Going on rides, dropping her ice cream and watching it melt. I wish I could picture that happening but I just can't. But then there are her nightmares, events leading up to the crash and events after. She tells me she has them at least two times a week, getting in the car, snow falling, ice forming, tires slipping... The worst part for her is when she sees a truck plummeting towards her and then just darkness. She wakes up screaming because she can't see and the dream melds into the real world and darkness is eternal. Just a day in the life of a blind teenager. Did I mention how being blind sucks?