“She said to take this to the office, right?” You mumbled to yourself as your grip on the folder in your hand tightened. You sighed slightly, your free hand trailing along the wall as you made your way through the halls. You were waiting for a room sign to come along, so you could tell if you were going the right way. Soon enough your hand brushed against something and you traced your fingers over the surface, smiling as you recognized the small bumps of braille.
You read the room number, and smiled softly, now knowing that you were going the right way. You started walking down the hallway again, a hand trailing the wall just like always. You hummed to yourself lightly, listening to the rhythmic sounds of your footsteps as you got closer to the office. You tilted your head slightly when you heard a new set of footsteps join your own. You moved closer to the wall, hoping you weren’t going to be in the way. You kept walking, listening as the footsteps grew louder, meaning the person had gotten close to you. You frowned slightly when the footsteps stopped, and you tilted your head again to see if the person had walked away, when you were suddenly thrown against the wall.
You gasped in surprise, the folder falling from your hand as a voice said,” Well, well, funny seeing you here miss no eyes.” You sighed as you recognized the owner of the voice, Al, the local bully. He’d always been a bully, bullying many students, and you were one of them. He bullied you daily, tripping you in the halls, slamming you into lockers, pinching you when teachers weren’t looking. You being the strong person you were, could handle the physical pain easily, but it was when he called you “Miss no eyes”, those were the only times he really got to you.
He called you this because of the way you always had your eyes closed. You’d rarely opened your eyes since the day of the accident, the day you became blind. It was a freak accident they’d said. A girl in your chemistry class had tripped on something, a pencil or pen on the floor, the chemicals she was holding flying through the air. These chemicals had splashed on your face, going into your eyes, harming them in a way that left you sightless. Ever since then, you’d kept your eyes closed, as some of your classmates found your now milky (e/c) eyes unsettling. Soon after you started keeping your eyes closed, Al had started calling you “Miss no eyes”, and his bullying grew worse. It was kind of funny, you’d had a slight crush on him before the accident, but now instead of liking him you couldn’t care less.
“Not really, seeing as I do go to school here.” You said angrily, attempting to get away from him. He placed a hand on your shoulder roughly, slamming you into the wall once again. You gasped as pain shot through your back and shoulder, and you were relieved when he took his hand away.
“Aren’t you funny? I’ll see you later Miss no eyes.” He pushed you roughly as he started walking away, and you waited for his footsteps to disappear before you got on your knees to pick up the folder you’d dropped. You started looking for it, but it was difficult since you couldn’t see where it’d had gone. You opened your eyes, a force of habit when you were searching for something, and you kept patting the ground to see if the folder was there.
You sighed, mumbling to yourself,” And this is why you shouldn’t ask the blind girl to take things to the office.”
I walked away from Miss no eyes, turning my head for a second to look at her. I stopped, staring at her, wondering what the hell she was doing. She was on the ground, patting it with her hands as if she were looking for something. It was probably that stupid folder she’d dropped, but couldn’t she see it was right in front of her? Her not grabbing it was getting on my nerves, so I walked closer to see what was wrong with the idiot.
I watched as she slowly turned towards me, her hands still patting the ground, and I stared at her as she opened her eyes. My own eyes widened in surprise, since I hadn’t seen her open them in a long time. My jaw dropped a little when I realized that her eyes were cloudy, almost as if she was-
“And this is why you shouldn’t ask the blind girl to take things to the office.” I couldn’t help but stare at her in surprise, since when was she blind? I watched her as she finally managed to grab the folder, and she stood up, a hand touching the wall lightly. She walked away, mumbling to herself as her hand kept trailing along the wall.
I started walking away, wondering when the hell she became blind. I mean, it explained why “Miss no eyes” never opened her eyes. I sighed angrily, kicking the floor as I walked into the bathroom. It’s not like I’m going to class anytime soon. I leaned against the wall, pulling a cigarette out. I lit it and put in my mouth, still thinking about “Miss no eyes”. I growled slightly, why was I still thinking about her?
You walked along the sidewalk, the sound of your walking stick tapping on the ground becoming rhythmic. You hummed to yourself slightly, counting the steps you were taking so you knew when to turn to get home. You were so focused on counting you didn’t notice someone coming up behind you. You screamed slightly when someone grabbed you, quickly pulling you into what you think was an alleyway. You squirmed, trying to get away from the stranger, but they held your arms tightly.
“Quit squirming, or I’ll knock you out!” You froze, fear racing through you at the sound of the threat.
“Good, now how ‘bout you give me your money, and I-“The voice was cutoff as you felt something slam into the stranger. You flew forward, landing on your knees, and you turned your head to listen to what sounded like a fight. You heard a smacking noise, and you gasped as something fell next to you. Thinking it was the stranger, you took your walking sticking and started hitting the thing as hard as you could.
“I’m pretty sure he’s knocked out, but you can keep hitting him if you want.” Your arm froze at the sound of the new voice, a voice you recognized.
You lifted your head saying,” Al? Is that you?” You felt something grab your arm, lifting you off of the ground and onto your feet. You put your hands out to steady yourself, before you turned to the owner of the voice.
“Yeah, who else would it be?” You frowned slightly at his rough tone, but you shook it off.
“What are you doing here?” You felt him grab your arm, pulling towards what you think was the street.
You heard him sigh before saying, “Saving your stupid ass.”
You pouted and said,” Well, yeah, I know that. I mean, why were you there?”
You could hear him grumble something before saying,” I was following you ok?”
You raised an eyebrow asking,” Why would you be following me?”
You waited for his answer, the sound of your walking stick filling the silence before he said,” Cause I wanted to see why I couldn’t stop thinking about dammit! And stop with that stupid stick already!” You frowned and quickly pulled your walking stick up, holding it in your hand as he continued,” Ever since this morning all I could think about was you, I mean, since when the hell were you blind?”
You sighed, blushing slightly at the fact that he’d been thinking about you. You quickly shook your head, thinking that this was the guy who tormented you every day. You couldn’t let him get you…but, there was a part of you that kind of wanted that to happen. That part being the small remains of the crush you’d had on him. After a quick mental debate, the small remains won, and you sighed before turning towards Al.
“How about we go somewhere, and I’ll tell you how I’m blind, ok?”
You smiled slightly when he said,” Yeah, whatever.”