Disclaimer: How I wish the boys were mine. But no, they belong to someone else.

Thanks to Rosa241 for fixing all my spelling and grammar up for me.

The following stories are linked to this story. My heart will go on, Hear comes goodbye, How Does It Feel, My fear of going blind and walk of fear and panic. Please read My fear of going blind before you read this story.

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Dear diary.

1 June 2066

I was told to put down my thoughts a few months ago. Okay. Not really. I told myself to do it. Why you might wonder? Well, it all started with that blasted rescue, you know the one that spelled the end of my sighted world and beginning of my blind world.

A call came in like it always does however this time it wasn't me who received the distress call. Nope, it was my little brother. He wasn't sure at first. The person who called sounded quite odd to him, talking all funny and such. He thought it was a prank. So he called me and asked if I could talk to whoever it was and see if I could figure out if it was a prank call or a real one.

So I took it and I could hear the Afrikaans accent in the voice which was also sounding quite panicky. It was a teenager maybe thirteen or fourteen years old. Although the poor teen sounded like a six year old. It was a girl who called herself Jill. When I got her to calm down I asked her what had happened. She started to talk in both English and Afrikaans, it was then that I realized that she couldn't speak English well.

So she switched over in Afrikaans completely. Luckily I knew some of the language but found it quite hard to remember how to speak it so I talked in English and she answered in Afrikaans, which thankfully she understood quite well. We went out there after I told my brother that it was a real call for help and that my suspicions were that the teen was mentally disabled.

We got everyone out from the pile of debris which was an apartment block for the disabled. I had found a little girl, she was only tiny; perhaps five years old, and she wrapped her arms around my neck, and buried her little face in the chest of my uniform. I felt and heard the ominous rumble of something going on under the debris I was balanced on. I heard the voices of my brothers shouting for me to get away from the pile of debris but as I moved away a saw a flash and new no more.

When I next came to the little girl was holding onto my hand telling me to wake up. As she saw that I was awake she hugged me tight and said: "Thank you. You're my blue blonde angel!" I couldn't make out her or anyone else's faces. I couldn't even see what dress the little girl had on. I was far too out of it to even think straight never mind panicking. The only thought I had in that moment was: "Damn, my head hurts."