I'M SO SORRY!! I'm writing yet another story again! But this one has been in my head for months now, and I just couldn't resist!!
Disclaimer: I don't own Beyblade, which means I take no claim to any characters you may recognise from the show. (I only post this once, which is and always will be on the first chapter.)
Introduction
Do you know what its like to loose your eyesight so suddenly and realizing you won't be able to see the world again? To keep on reminding yourself what everything looks like; colours, faces, place, letters, numbers, and everything else so that if you do get your sight back one day, you won't be lost and not knowing what to do.
I know how this feels. About eight years ago, I lost my eyesight from being a stupid little kid and falling down a cliff. Apparently my head had hit the ground pretty hard at times and caused some heavy damage (not only to my head in general) but to my retina's. They had been torn or detached rendering me blind.
Working with it afterwards, actually a few years later, wasn't that hard. Learning how to read brail was a bit difficult, but I eventually got the hang of it, it was just like learning another language. Using the pole was pretty easy, and the odd time I will use a seeing-eye-dog. I somehow managed to get back on track in school, don't ask me how, only a few people know I went blind. My mom had a hard time dealing with the needs of a blind child, so she ended up committing suicide when I was eleven years old. At that point I had been blind for two years. My dad was doing the best he could, and he still is, in a way. He's really sick now; actually, he's almost on his deathbed. Cancer is a bitch don't you think?
Now I'm seventeen and in my second last year of high school getting straight A's to my knowledge. When I enrolled into this school, I had requested that the teachers would not be notified of my being blind; I didn't want to receive any special treatment. I was asked how I was suppose to keep notes, read note, etc., etc. I had said that over the years I was capable of keeping track of things in my head. "Kind of like a super vocab memory." I had joked, not being able to think of the correct word I was looking for at the time. Lets just say the principal has a dull sense of humour.
In the end, I had gotten my wish, the teachers weren't notified, though I'm sure at times they might have been able to guess, and I wasn't given any special treatment at the school. I was just a regular student, just like everyone else. Well, more or less at least.