Hello! This is co-written by me and two of my friends who currently don't have an account here. I wrote this chapter (sorry it's short), so enjoy! :)
I rolled out of the covers, fell onto the carpet next to my bed and groped for my jeans. I heard footsteps hurrying across the hallway, "Isaac, are you okay?! I heard a crash." It was my mum. "Yeah, I just made the observation that I am blind... Nothing serious." I heard the irony in my own voice. Mum sighed and padded out of the room in her slippers. "Breakfast in 10." She called over her shoulder.
Finding my way across the bedroom floor, around the piles of junk, I eventually reached the stairs. Using the walls to guide myself, I arrive in the kitchen. I have a suppressed feeling that my mothers anxious eyes are on me. Lori, my exceedingly frustrating little sister, punches my arm. "Isaac, Ginger's stuck up the christmas tree", she whined. "And what do you expect me to do about it? Go and get him down? Maybe I could, if I knew what he looked like! Maybe I could, if I could actually SEE him!" Lori sounded ashamed and slightly upset,"N-no, I didn't mean.." She stuttered to a halt. Scraping back her chair, she fled from the room, announcing that she was off to see her friend from next door. Once she had left, mum tutted and came to rest her hands on my shoulders. "You've got to be more gentle, darling. I know it's hard for you, but she's only young. She needs her big brother back." "Well, I need my eyesight back, we can't have everything." She just tuts and walks out.
Time to start my daily routine of sitting at home. Trying to learn braille is time consuming and I'm so impatient lately that I haven't read anything since I went blind. I hear a voices coming from the hall, mum and my step-dad. I wait for mum to help me to my room, but after twenty minutes I decided she wasn't going to. I put my head down on the table and tune out everything.
I must've fallen asleep because I'm startled when there's a hand on my shoulder gently shaking me awake. "Isaac, Isaac, wake up." It's mums voice so I turn to where her voice is coming from. "Yeah?" "We'd like to talk to you."
"Um..yeah, what about?"
"Paul and I...we've been thinking maybe...it would be good for you if you got a counsellor or something?"
"...So you think I've got problems? I've gone loopy? I don't need a counsellor; I'm perfectly fine!"
"But, honey, lately you're so angry...and you're always alone we thought it'd be nice if you had someone to talk to."
I sit in silence. Paul speaks up, "Look, Isaac, just think about it and when you're ready, we can arrange something." I push my chair back and leave the room. I would've liked to have done it like a dramatic-exit-sweep, however the loss of my eyesight hinders me somewhat occasionally and I walk into a wall. Mum fusses but I brush her off and attempt to leave again. This time, I'm able to and I slam the door behind me.