It's A Gift

A True Friend

Honica was a beutiful girl with pale creamy skin and blond, almost white hair. It was waist length and she loved to sit in front of the mirror in her bedroom and brush it although she couldn't see herself in the mirror. Onica was blind. Onica was seventeen years old and blind. Often, kids would pity her and try to do things for her;but Onica was stubborn and wouldn't let them. While the kids thought her loss of sight was a curse, she thought it was a gift. One time when she was ten she had voiced this to her mothers friends who came over and they had brought her child of nine years, Christian. Christian had waved his hand in front of her face and she stared blankly forward.

'Mum, what's wrong with her, she isn't reacting?' He had asked his mother.

' She's blind dear, don't tease her.' His mother said softly.

'Blind?' He said like he didn't know what it meant.

'I can't see but I can hear and talk yoou know.' I had said feeling a bit impatiant with their reaction.

'Right, well uh, if you can't see what do you do?'

'I read.'

'How do you read with no sight?'

'Come on I'll show you.'

I had taked his hand and stood up. I grabbed my walking stick and headed to my bedroom. In there I showed him how to read the brail books, and although he couln't do it, I sat and read him the story of Repunzle with my fingers, to which he was fasinated.

Christian and I had been best friends ever since. My only friend. We were unseperable. Right up until I had to move to Vagas. I cried all night the night before we left. I was somewhat angry at my mother for making me leave my only friend in the whole world. I kept thinking:

Life's a Bitch,

And then you die.

I honestly thought that. Just like when my father died...

Okay, so this is the prologue of this story, please review and tell me what you think...Thanks and I'll have 2nd chapter up soon.