Author's Note: Hi! So yeah, I'm super glad to have published this. I couldn't get the idea off my mind, and that's not the best of things when you have finals coming up. As you can see, this is just the prologue, but I still wouldn't mind some likes and reviews. Friendly criticism is always welcome. I have this story up on Quotev as well if you'd rather read it there. Hope you like it!
Word Count: 638
I guess you could just say that my life had an Our Town kind of feel to it, I woke up, did the same exact thing every day, went to bed, and never seemed to realize what I was missing out on. I was like a computer, following a command, never actually seeing that I could do things on my own. I just kinda followed, like every other blind person in this world. I never tried to walk slow, never stopped to savor a flavor, never tried to steal that one last hug. I was just there. Everyday.
It's not really like anyone even noticed me. I was just another girl that say in the back of the class, reading a book with her headphones at full blast. I was the ghost of my grad school years. I would walk into the classroom not really caring for anything we did, and walk out still waiting for something exciting to happen. It never really did until I didn't want it anymore.
I at least had friends, but I had known them for years. We were more family that anything. More family than my actual family. They knew that of course, but we never dwelt on it. Never actually said it. Never voiced just how much we loved each other. How much we loved to laugh together. It was the same with them as it was with everybody. Nobody wanted to voice their thoughts. Or at least, they were never fully and honestly true.
Sometimes I wish I could go back. Sometimes, I wish I could go back and say how much I loved them. How much I wished I was there. I always wonder if they still remember me. You know, my youngest brother was two when it happened. He probably doesn't remember when I would send a smile his way. When I would walk into the room and immediately ruffle his hair. When I would make sure he got to watch his favorite movies. I can be always be found with a small, sad smile when I think about him, and how ironic it was that his favorite of all time movie was Thor: Ragnarok. He always loved to be Hulk.
If I was to be completely honest though, I would never take back what I did. How it happened, yes, but I would never take back what happened. I will miss my old life, but I have found my place. My true family. It's beyond crazy and over the top dysfunctional, but you know what? My favorite thing is that it works all too well. Everyone's got a place, Everyone has a purpose. We're basically a puzzle. We all look different and have our quirks, but we fit together better that a coke and a hot dog on a hot summer day. Weird analogy, I know, but don't blame me. I was raised around weird humor.
I know I'm kind of stealing Our Town's opening, but I couldn't help but add this. Sorry Our Town. If you've ever been here before, then welcome back. I hope you find my life's story just as interesting as when you first read it. If you're new, then welcome. It's always nice to have some new faces around. You might want to grab some snacks and a drink, and just try to get comfortable. Don't forget the tissues either. Those are important.
Warning: prepare yourself for strong emotion, action, adventure, love, hate, regret, stress, play, laughs, cries, and just an overall mess of craziness.
Welcome, or welcome back, to Your Place is Here.
