Okay, apparently the only kind of one-shot I can write is the kind that is short and sorta depressing. :P
Anyhoo, I don't own Iggy or any of the characters mentioned. James Patterson does, though.
It's really depressing, thinking about my blindness.
But I can't help it; it's not like I can just open my eyes and they'll be fixed again. No. I have to be strong.
I have to pretend that never seeing the Flock grow up doesn't bother me.
I have to pretend not to be hurt when they leave me behind for missions. Apparently, being blind will slow them down, even though my other senses make up for my sight.
I have to pretend that I don't care when they forget to include me in their fun and games. They don't do it on purpose, of course not, but it still hurts. Almost like being stabbed with a knife, over and over again. (And trust me; I know what that feels like.)
I sometimes wonder if I even exist; everything in my life is make-believe. Because the only thing I have left is the Flock, so maybe if I act silly or stupid they'll realize that I'm hurting inside. Perhaps they'll even help me. But the day that finally happens, the day I've been waiting for since those scientists made me blind, is a long time from now.
I have to believe that day will come eventually; because if I stop believing in that, what do I have left to believe in?
I ended on a sort of hopeful not there, didn't I? :D
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