Blind Love

Absence
by: William Shakespeare (1546 - 1616)

Being your slave, what should I do but tend
Upon the hours and times of your desire?
I have no precious time at all to spend
Nor services to do, till you require:

Nor dare I chide the world-without-end-hour
Whilst I, my sovereign, watch the clock for you,
Nor think the bitterness of absence sour
When you have bid your servant once adieu:

Nor dare I question with my jealous thought
Where you may be, or your affairs suppose,
But like a sad slave, stay and think of nought
Save, where you are, how happy you make those;—

So true a fool is Love, that in your will
Though you do anything, he thinks no ill.

Bridget

I was finally resting! It felt like a whole night of endless dreams that came on to me. I put my head back on to my pillow and breathed a deep breath in. I struggled getting it out.

"MOM!" My little sister Amanda yelled running down the stairs.

"What now?" I heard my mom mumble.

"Mom! Look at what Alex did?!" Amanda exclaimed

"I did nothing!" Came Alex's voice. "It was Alexa, Shorty"

"Girls! We're all going to be late!" My moms mood was not a good one to day and we all knew it. Alexa and Alex went to asking mom for lunch money while Amanda same storming to where I was laying down on the couch.

"Hey kiddo," I greeted her.

"It's the first day of third grade and no one is helping me with my hair!"

"I'm sorry." I smiled at her not knowing weather she saw it or not.

"Well, if I help you will you tie my pigtails for me?"

"Absolutely!"

She took my skinny hands in her soft ones and handed me a lock of hair.

"I remember when I saw your hair for the first time."

"Brid, I'm so sorry. I never told you that." Amanda said sadly.

"Hey, we can't change the past but we can keep the future from happening. So,"

"So?"

"So, its your first day! Now smile!"

"How did you know I wasn't smiling?"

"I have powers."

Amanda laughed at my joke as I tied the final braid and mom called her.

This was the hardest part of the day; when all of them were gone. It wasn't like I was alone, I had Jenny, our maid. I heard the sound of a howl and then the crash of a car.

"Jenny!" I called

"Yes, sweetheart,"

"I-I just heard a crash, where was it from?" My voice shuddered remembering my terrifying accident.

"Come honey, I'll help you go up stairs."

Jenny led me into my room and I opened the balcony door. The wind sent shivers down my back, but still wrapping around a small blanket, I stepped out into the soft mat of the high ground. I remember the view as a little girl. Now that my eyesight had disappeared; I was jealous of the beauty everyone but I could see.

Another howl.

I looked towards the woods of my house as I heard the husky laughter coming. Something about it made a smile creep to my face. Slowly tracing my fingers along the rail of the balcony deciding weather to go out side or not. The wind slowed down and I decided to go out to the park.

"Honey, are you ready?"

"Huh?" I asked.

"We have your piano lesson." She said making some noise that sounded like her opening my closet to get out a coat.

"Yes, let me change first."

Going through my closet was hard. How was someone blind supposed to pick out their clothes? I hated having Jeny help me but I really had no other options.

"What is this?" I stooped and pulled out a hanger.

"It's the gray winter coat." She answered knowing my drill.

"Can you help me find the black flare jeans and the red baby doll top?" I asked taking off the coat form its hanger.

As soon as I was dressed Jenny drove us to my piano teacher. He was an old guy with a deep voice, and right now he had a very bad throat ache.

Piano lessons were part of Tuesdays and Thursdays in my life. Ever since I was 4 my parents had put me to this great art. To them it was a must to me it was fun. What else could you do with out your eyes?

I had lost my eyesight 11 years ago, along with my dad. His voice was similar to the voice of my teachers, and that was the reason I stayed with piano lessons for as long as 15 years. Today was different though, this man was not feeling well and I was the only thing keeping him from going home.

"Mr. Sheldon, is it okay if we continue this on Thursday? I'm not feeling well."

"Of course," He said happily.

I packed up my pieces and Jenny put them in her bag. She led me to the car.

"Ready to go home Honey?" Jenny

"Never, its so boring, can't we go some where else?" I whinnned.

"Where would you like to go?" She asked buckling me in.

"Can we go to first beach?"

I loved the long drives. Jenny was one of the best people to be with. She was always quiet and gave you your space. I rested my head on the window and closed my eyes; not that it made any difference.

My dreams always removed around the pictures I saw last. Like the accident. My dad crashing the car. The blood and then my head banging.

Those were the only pictures I remembered. I didn't know how I looked now even though my sisters tried to explain to me that I was the prettiest of them all. But what good was it to be beautiful if you could never see yourself. To me I was just an unknown face. I had been told that I had a heart face, dark blonde hair, a small nose, and dark green eyes. None of it mattered though.

I was separated from my thoughts by Jenny shaking me slightly awake.

"We're here!" She exclaimed.

"Great," I said sitting up.

She unbuckled me and I stepped carefully out the car. We walked slowly down to near the shore. I could heard the sound of the waves crashing against each other, and the loud laughter coming from the farther end of the beach. Just as Jenny and I started to walk along shore, like always, she remembered she'd forgotten the cell phone.

"I'll be right back!" She shouted leaving me walking along the shore.

I started pacing at me few feet or ground. Back and forth. 9 steps each time. 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9, then again. 1,2,3,4,5,6,7, -- I fell to an abrupt stop colliding with a very warm wall. The heat felt nice but at the same time burning. I could feel the muscles of this person on top of me as I was crushed underneath him.

"Watch where you're--" the stranger's voice was plenty soothing. His voice showed that he was a middle aged man. I tried to shake from underneath him. "What's your name?" he asked still laying on top of me but his weight had disappeared now.

"Who-who are you?" My voice came out scared and high pitched. I felt him stand up, and wrap his warm hand around mine to pull me to my feet.

"I'm Paul."