Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Darkness ❯ Chapter 1

I cannot see.

 

All I have is my sullen obscure surroundings, never to see light, shapes, anything of this world. I wander the earth in darkness. I have no family. I am utterly alone, only having the nuns at the orphanage talk to me, for I have no friends of any sort. I wonder…so many of you complain, saying how horrible your life is, how your parents are unfair, this is all I hear at my school, complaining, but sit and think. Some people are much worse off. Even I, with nothing, know I still have a roof over my head and food. People pity me, but do they ever come near me? No. they are too happy in their own lives to care. Everyone near me, I envy.

 

I was not born blind. A tragic accident, involving a car crash has caused me this blindness; it is also the cause of me having no family. It's been a year now, since that day. I still remember the lights. I would have rather been unable to see that happen, but now I must keep in my memory, for I never seem to forget.

 

Aiko…The first to care it seems. She was new to this orphanage and immediately came to me, when she saw I had no one. I was angry, I yelled at her. I did not want any pity. I walked away then; I had gotten used to finding my own way. I could hear her sobbing behind me. Yet, she still tried to talk to me…for weeks I only yelled at her, every time, saying I did not want this stupid pity. She still stayed. I began to yell less and less, till finally, I yelled no more. She would talk to me at lunch everyday, always talking, while I sat there and listened, and only once in a while commented on what she would say.

 

I had no roommate. She came to my dorm every morning, waking me up with a voice much too cheerful for someone who had just woken up, she'd trow my covers off and sit on the bed as I got dressed. As soon as I sat down, she'd take my hairbrush and run it through my hair. She took so much of her time in doing this, I wondered how long she took on her hair. I did not know what her hair looked like, but I knew it was long, very long, down to her hips. She had tolled me once that her hair was rusty red colore, and she had freeckles all along her cheeks. My hair was cut short, to my ears. It used to be long as well, down to the middle of my back. The people in the hospital had cut it. My hair was a reck after the accident. It hurt too much to let it grow, the memories, so I kept it short. My hair is black. I remember how it tinted blue in the light. My father would call me his “little blue princess”. How I miss him so…Aiko would always go on and on about how she wanted hair like mine, soft, while hers was frizzy