Hello everyone! This is not my first story about Clarke and Lexa. English is my second language and I'm doing my best to make sense. I had this idea of story for a long time, but I was not quite sure about it and I can't tell if you guys will like it or not. I hope you will, because I have a lot of ideas for future chapters. I will try to do two updates a week. I don't know how many chapters I will write yet. I do not own anything.

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Life is already hard enough as an eighteen years old girl going through her first year of pre-med studies in college. Between school, studies and a part-time job as a waitress in a small restaurant, there is not much more time for having a social life. Forget all the parties, movie's nights and hang outs, just because there is the need to succeed in every classes in order to become a great doctor or surgeon. It was way more Clarke's mother's dream than hers, but she always wanted to save people's lives because it was important for her. It was a part of herself that needed to be complete.

But what if everything changed in only a fraction of second?

Everything did changed in a fraction of second. It was all it took for Clarke and her father, Jake. Less than a second. She has no memory of it, yet her mother was the one to tell her the awful and sad news about the accident. Three cars involved, seven deaths and Clarke was the only one to get out of there alive. She was in an awful state, having multiple serious injuries that needed her to be in surgery for about eight hours, but she made it. Abby was stressed, because she was not allowed to perform the surgery herself, because it would have been unprofessional or something, yet she was the best surgeon of the hospital. Clarke would have liked to be taken care by Abby, but she was unconscious at the time and couldn't request her mother.

The first time she woke up, Clarke knew something was wrong. Even though she opened her eyes, there was nothing but darkness and it wasn't because it was the night. She could clearly hear every noises in the hospital, people talking, sounds of machine, everything, yet she couldn't see a damn thing.

The verdict came up few hours after she woke up; the doctors knew there was some permanent damages to her eyesight, because of the impact of the accident. She had a bad concussion and it turned out worse than they imagined it. They said that she was still lucky to be alive and well, even though she had a detached retina. Which meant… she was no longer be able to see, because the damages to her eyes were a permanent side effect of how her head violently banged against the passenger's door.

In other words, Clarke was blind and there was nothing she could do about it.

Abby told her multiples times that she would be able to adapt herself quickly, because she was a strong young woman and that she always had been a fast learner. That was not the immediate problem; what about her future? There was no way she could actually follow her studies in pre-med, because no hospital would allow a blind human being to work for them. She had to face the reality of her new condition. She had to re-think about her future and there was a lot of thing she would not be able to do. People would treat her differently, just because she was blind. She was not looking for pity.

It took a lot of time before she could get out of the hospital, but she eventually did. She dropped out of school, because there was no way Clarke would continue pre-med or start another program in the middle of the school year. First of all, she needed to learn how to not collide into every single object in her way and adapt herself to her own home.

Things were feeling different. She had the image in her head of where things were in the house, but she needed to calculate precisely how many steps there was in the stairwells. Let's not even talk about making food, she almost burnt down the house once.

Even a year after the accident, Clarke was still spending most of her time inside her house, alone. Her workaholic mother had a hard time dealing with Clarke's disability and her husband's death, so she was practically drowning in work to forget how hard it was for her daughter and herself to live in that situation.

Clarke was moping and the only thing that could calm herself was spending time with Raven and Octavia, her long-time best friends. Even though things were not the same anymore, because she could never be the old Clarke again, it was still good to spend time with them. They always came over the Griffin's house to be with the blonde, only to watch (perhaps, I should say hear) TV shows or to talk about what was going on in the two brunette's life.

Between work and taking care of Clarke, Abby was pretty much close to a breakdown. She had so much on her hands and she couldn't stand watching her only daughter doing nothing but listening to music or TV all day. Clarke needed new friends, perhaps someone with the same disability, so it could the blonde to not be afraid of living, even though she was now blind.

It wasn't really a surprise for Clarke to hear Octavia, Raven and Abby talking to her about how she needed to meet new people, she really felt it coming. "Honey, there is a support group for blind persons every Tuesdays. We think you should go, make new friends." Abby said to her with her soft voice. Clarke knew she was probably making a sad face. The blonde scoffed and shook her head. There was no way her mother would drag her in a support group of anything, she was completely capable of going through this on her own.

"This could help you, Clarke." Raven's concerned voice came up. "I know you like spending time with us, but we can't show you how to go through all of this. All we can do is support you…"

"Come on, you can't just always stay inside your house forever." Octavia said and Clarke felt a hand on her knee, knowing it was her.

"I am totally fine staying inside the house." Clarke answered with a sharp and frustrated voice. She was surprised by her own intonation. "I can barely walk out the front door without stumbling on things. Even if I use my cane." She moved her hands in the air with frustration.

"You don't get it." Abby's voice again. "Your friends are right; you will eventually need to go outside by yourself and function like a normal human being. You may be blind, honey, but you know you can still do things. We are just looking out for you…"

"Okay, okay." Clarke was frustrated, yet she knew they were still right at some point. "I'll go to your support group thing tonight and we'll see how this works." She sighed. "But if I don't like the people there, I won't go back."

"Thank you." She heard her mother say softly, happy to hear her daughter agree with her for once.

"We also found this company that are training dogs to help disabled persons." Raven started after clearing her throat. "We thought having one could help."

"You want me to have a guide dog?"

Abby answered the question. "If you would like to have one, of course."

"I was sad there were no guide cats." Octavia mumbled, which made Clarke burst into laughter.

"Of course you were, O."

And that was how Clarke ended up agreeing to show up to the disabled persons group support and having a guide dog to help her in her every day routine. She had to admit herself that she had been pretty frustrated about this particular conversation with her mom and her best friends, but she was feeling, for once, that things were going to get better for her.