Lost
Iggy POV:
You've probably heard of me. The blind kid, the pyro. It's not my fault that I like bombs you know.
You don't know what it's like, being blind. Life is just like one huge fear, because you have no idea where you are, who you're with, or what's even going on most of the time. You have to rely on all of your other senses to fill in the gaps, and even then it's not enough.
I think the worst part of it, is that I can remember what it was like, being able to see. That makes the pain of having that ability taken away worse. I have this constant longing, almost like a craving, I guess you could say, to be able to see again.
I suppose I am luckier than most. I'm quick to adapt, always on alert, with a good memory and a knack for guessing right. Plus, I have a family who I know will take care of me and help me.
But they won't always be there, and I can't help but resent that fact.
So I build bombs. The anticipation, the thrill, the elation, it all makes me feel like I can actually see what's going on. My imagination is pretty good at filling in the rest of the gaps.
It's hard. Every time we move on, I'm lost all over again. Sure, I joke and act like nothing's wrong, but when it all comes down to it, I feel like I just don't matter anymore.
Because I'm just the blind kind, the pyro.