16 parts Complete *Previously named: I'm Not A Saint*
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"Do you honestly not get it yet?" A small part of me questioning out of pure amazement, but mostly out of built-up anger.
There's a slight pause before he responds, " That you're blind? Well no shit. I just wanted to know what the papers were." So calmly that it causes a shiver up my spine.
Despite my whole body telling me not to, I turn in his direction. His words seem to repeat in my head. Any composure that I had-gone- replaced with an overwhelming amount of insecurity. The moment he said those words, I thought he could be the somebody. The somebody that wasn't like the rest of the students here. But instead a small gasp leaves his lips and he doesn't say anything anymore. I close my eyes and face the front of the class again.
"No shit, right?" I mutter under my breath.
My eyes will always be a clear give away to the fact that I'm blind. From my memory of before, when everything had color, they were a deep brown. After the accident however, most of the color left and a dullness entered, according to my mom. She claims they still have the appearance of normal eyes, just slightly discolored hazel ones. I will never be able to decide that for myself.
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