Thanks for all the encouraging reviews! I've never written from the point of view of a blind person so I'm having to do a lot of research to find out what the do differently. Please try and bare with me!
My dreams that night were the usual, strange, inexplicable visions I'd had for years. Most people wonder if a blind person can see things in their dreams. I could. But they made no sense whatsoever. They were filled with tall men and women made from metal, speaking in a weird dialect which was sometimes translated for me. There were images of metal buildings on a metal planet, of peace and war, life and death. My dreams centred around only a few of the metal people, all of which were male (As far as I could tell). The tallest, the leader I assumed, was a machine called Optimus Prime. The second was a broad man with cannons on his arms; Ironhide. There was what humans would class as their Doctor; Ratchet and a pointy-faced machine called Megatron. I'd never heard the names aloud in my dreams, but somehow I knew them.
I was pulled from my dream, which involved various different sections of fighting from the metal planet, by the sound of a loud band and a car engine. "There goes Sam." I muttered. I laid in my bed for a few moments before determining that neither my Aunt of Uncle were in the house and Boo was not in my room. I stumbled to my door, still laced with sleep, and called out for my dog. She appeared a moment or two later, nudging my leg. "Hey girl. Where's Ron and Judy?" I grabbed onto Boo's scruff as she pulled me towards the back of the house. She nosed the back door open and led me onto the porch, but no further.
"Use the path if you're coming down!" Uncle Ron ordered.
"Oh, Ron! You can't just tell her that. You need to get Boo to recognise the new route!" I heard Aunt Judy chide. "How are you feeling this morning?" She asked and I smiled in the direction of her voice.
"It's the weekend." I stated without elaborating. "Sam gone to get Myles?"
"Something about a lake party. He probably wont be back until curfew."
"He better not miss it." Uncle Ron grumbled and I shook my head, heading back inside to allow the pair to bicker amongst themselves. I flopped onto the sofa and reached down to grab my book – a Braille version of the classic 'Oliver Twist'. I flitted between reading and doing my homework throughout the day, Sam not returning until after dinner. He headed straight up to his room and I could've sworn I smelt perfume on him. Neither my aunt or uncle commented on it though so I stayed quiet. I headed back to the sofa in the eventing to finish my book and carry out my Saturday-night ritual of falling asleep on the sofa. I woke some time later with a crick in my neck and to the sound of Sam yelling upstairs and Bumblebee's engine outside... oh for God's sake! Who'd want to steel that hunk of junk?
Sam thundered down the stairs and out into the garden, yelling for Uncle Ron to call the cops. My cousin could've woken the dead, but I doubted my uncle or aunt had heard. There was the jingle of a bike bell and the house fell silent again. I groaned. My uncle and aunt could sleep through the World Wars, of that I was sure. "Go fetch Ron and Judy." I said to Boo who whined but the scratching of her claws on the wooden floor signalled she'd gone. A few moments later and Uncle Ron stumbled downstairs, tripping at the bottom and sliding a little way across the floor.
"Everything alright kiddo?" He asked, his footsteps halting infront of me as I got up.
"Bumblebee's been stolen." Uncle Ron remained silent and I remembered that he didn't know the car's nickname. "Sam's car. He went after it on someone's bike."
"Of for... who'd want to steal that hunk of junk?"
"That's what I thought. What time is it?"
"Just coming up to four in the morning. How long ago did Sam leave?"
"About ten minutes. You gonna call the police?"
"Nah. He'd have done it. If he's not back by the morning then we'll go look for him. Try to get some more sleep." I huffed and headed towards my room. My bed was cold and I scowled as I got under the covers. There was the jingle of a collar and my feet were suddenly very warm and heavy.
I smiled. "Night Boo."
I was awoken a few hours later by the ringing of the phone. It lasted for several seconds until Uncle Ron's heavy footsteps on the stairs cut it off. I rolled over and hit my clock, groaning as I was informed that it was only half past six. I stumbled from bed, jolting Boo awake as I did, and grabbed my clothes before feeling my way into the kitchen. "Sam?" I yawned but my Uncle didn't answer. "Uncle Ron?"
"Sorry. Yeah, that was him. Local PD. Gotta bail him out." He sighed.
I rolled my eyes. "Can I come with?" He hummed in agreement and I smiled. "Walkies." I said, addressing Boo. She trotted off into the hall, returning a moment later. I heard Uncle Ron helping her into her harness and he handed me the handle. "Thanks."
"Glasses?" I shook my head, linking my hand through his arm. "I've left a note for Judy. We shouldn't be long."
When we got to the station I knew we'd have to listen to Sam's story. I just wasn't expecting it to be so laughable. "Look, I can't be any clearer than how crystal clear I am being." Sam said in a voice edging on hysteria. "It just stood up."
"It just stood up." Someone from my right, no doubt the cop in charge, repeated. "Wow. That's really neat. Okay, chiefie. Time to fill her up. An no drippy-drippy." There was the sound of a tissue being extracted from a box and I snorted.
"You honestly think he's on drugs?" I went ignored which didn't surprise me.
"What you rolling?" The cop addressed Sam. "Whippets? Goofballs? A little wowie sauce with the boys?"
"No, I'm not on any drugs."
"What's these?" The cop to my right shook something which rattled. Mojo's pill box no doubt. "Found it in your pocket. 'Mojo.' Is that what the kids are doing now? Little bit of Mojo?"
"Those are my dog's pain pill."
Rodent. I corrected internally. That thing feels and sounds like a rat!
"Oh? This dog here?"
"No, this dog is called Boo." I replied bluntly, turning my head towards the man.
"Oh, and did you see the car 'stand up'?" The cop asked and my mouth dropped.
"You are kidding me, right? I'm blind."
"How do we know you aren't lying?"
"Are you sure you're a cop?" I asked with an unbelievable laugh. At his silence I sighed and opened my eyes. I could practically hear him recoil. My eyes aren't a pretty sight, or so I've been told on numerous occasions. Apparently both of my pupils are irregular shapes and slightly discoloured. My eyes are meant to be slightly red instead of white and the originally green iris' are slightly grey. I imagine that's from the substance that splashed in them during the crash, but I'm not entirely sure. The Doctor's never went into much detail on how I actually managed to loose my sight. "So, I'm faking. Yeah?" I asked before closing my eyes and leaning back in my seat.
"Uh, Mojo's the family Chihuahua." Uncle Ron said uncomfortably.
"What was that?" The cop asked after a ruffle of fabric. "You eyeballing my piece, 50 cent?" I could only assume the cop was talking about his gun. I heard him lift himself from the desk and move towards Sam. The chair my cousin was sitting on creaked. "You wanna go? Make something happen. Do it. 'cause I promise you I will bust yo up."
"Are you on drugs?" Sam whispered after a pause and I had to fight to contain my laugh.
"Look, that's enough." Uncle Ron stepped in. "He's had a long night. Read out some charges or make a formal arrest. Otherwise I'm taking him home." There was a few seconds of silence before the cop responded.
"We'll run all this through the wire, see what turns up." I had no idea what that was supposed to mean but I was seriously considering re-asking Sam's question about the drugs. "But before you go, there's something you need to see." The sound of the telly being flicked on made me wince. This guy had bad hearing as it was, the telly was gonna be loud. And I was right. I clamped my hands over my ears as the volume was slowly turned down and the sound of static became less. Then a bored sounding woman began a lecture on the effects of drugs on people's brain. It only lasted a few minutes and for that I was glad. Sam was soon helping me to my feet and I was being led from the station.
"Wanna tell me what really happened?" I whispered to him.
"I dunno. But I think that there's a defective gene in my side of the family tree." He replied quietly. "I could've sworn the thing stood up." To his credit, Uncle Ron didn't ask about the event. Aunt Judy on the other hand, did. She didn't ground Sam but I was sure his ears hurt after all of that. I retreated to the garden with Mojo and Boo to allow the trio room to vent at each other. I was a little bit shocked when I head the sound of Bumblebee pull into the drive what I assumed was a few hours later. It disappeared again a moment later, after the sound of Aunt Judy's bike. I thought I faintly heard Sam call 'Be back later' but I wasn't sure. Aunt Judy and Uncle Ron had headed out a few minutes ago so they couldn't explain what was happening. When they did get back they were more that confused.
"What do you mean 'Bumblebee came back'?" Aunt Judy asked incredulously over the dinner table.
"I mean just that. Bumblebee's engine pulled up in the drive and then it left again. Sam must've gone to the cops to let them know it was back." I decided to leave out the part about her bike.
"Well, I'm gonna head to the living room. Our program's about to start." I heard Uncle Ron moving towards the living room and Aunt Judy excused herself shortly after. I headed back to my room with a sigh and my book.
"You know Boo. I sometimes think I'm the only sane one here." Boo whined, resting her head in my lap. "But I'm the ones with the crazy dreams, right? Metal men my ass. I should get Aunt Judy to check if Sam's putting Mojo's painkillers in the cereal."