I'm alive
Sometimes there are pointless things you remember so vividly in your mind that you can almost relive that moment. Those are the memories worth remembering. The past is what unwinds and unfolds to tell a story of the person you are now, in this moment. It isn't something you forget because you can, you forget it because sometimes it hurts more than any word-weaver could describe.
My tapestry of my life is dark. It's woven with dark strings of red, black, grey and occasionally gold. Things happen for a reason, although you never quite understand that reason till the story is told.
So I will tell you my story from the beginning to the end. Although it isn't my beginning, it is the beginning of this story; it was the beginning of my life. Not the real beginning; that was on the 23rd of May 1985.
This beginning is the best day of my life.
The day my life changed forever.
(Bella's POV)
I was born blind, so sitting under this old oak tree gives me time to sit and imagine how I want the world to be. I knew if I could see the world, I wouldn't appreciate it as much as I do now. I constantly imagine the colours blue, red and yellow. I want to see my Mum's face and see the arms which my dad uses to swirl me around.
I wish to see the stars at night and the sun in the day. I want to see my baby brother and see his little baby fingers that always curl around my fingers. Most of all though, I want to see the future because I'm scared that I'm going to be stuck in this darkness forever, although mommy says I might see one day. I wish she was right.
My hearing is acute so when I hear footsteps padding towards me I am startled. These are not the heavy footsteps of my father, or the soft padding of my mother.
"Hello...who is there?" I say quickly.
"Hi. I'm Edward, I just moved in next door. You're looking right at me. Who are you?" A small soft male voice replies.
"I am? I'm Bella, I would shake your hand if I could see it," I giggle softly.
"Oh, you can't see me? That's a shame. Well I've got green eyes, bronze hair and no front teeth. They're all I want for Christmas...," He stifles a laugh.
"No I can't. I'll never see anything. But I'm alive, so momma says I should grateful," I say quickly in reply.
"Maybe that's a good thing though, because then you can make up your own world, and paint it in your mind. I wish I could do that, it would be more interesting than this one," He speaks slowly.
"I want to see though, because then I could play hide and seek with you. I'm not very fun Edward, but you can stick around if you like," I tuck a lock of hair behind my ear.
"You're already more interesting than any other gal I've ever spoken to Blind Bella. If you want to see the world, I'll tell you about it," Suddenly a warm figure plonked himself beside me.
"I'd like that all-I-want-for-Christmas-is-my-two-front-teeth Edward," With that he began.
"Well I'll start with the sky, its blue. The colour you feel when you're sad, but it's filled with white fluffy things called clouds. The look how cotton wool feels and it's filled with birds that can fly. They have wings...I wish I had wings. So then I could fly away...," He continued like this till the sun went down and our parents where frantic with worry.
Suddenly I could see the world in every colour imaginable. Although I wasn't sure it was because of Edwards's descriptive beautiful words, or the fact I'd finally found a new friend who made me feel like I was walking on air.