Blind. - A story for those who feel alone.

I walked into class...

I wish I could say that I saw the kids who stared.

It's sad, being blind. Being completely oblivious to everything going on around you. So when I met him, my life changed.

"Harry?"

His voice rang out, I spun around.

"Mr Flowers!!!" I yelled. Tears filled my sightless eyes. I rushed to him, my cane banging around and my MHA mask, covered in drool and snot, fell onto the floor.

A splat as the mask hit the floor.

I fell to my knees as the tears spilled unto my glasses.

My vision went blurry.

Wait.

It couldn't.

Because...

I'm blind.