Disabled Eyes

Alright, guys. This is the next little story that I wrote for an assignment. It's basically Angel's point of view on the accident that rendered her blind. I hope that you guys like it.


My sight. It was something that I took for granted for the first twenty or so years of my life and before I knew it, it was gone. Ripped away in one moment. Everything up until that moment had been my definition of normal.

Before I explain how I lost my sight, I should tell you a bit about myself. My name is Angel Calaway. I'm five foot four and have dark green eyes. I used to have beautiful, long black hair, but due to neurosurgery, it was shaved off and is now short. I'm also skinny, but in a healthy way. I make my living as a Women's Wrestler—or a Diva as the fans call us—so I spend a lot of time travelling from place to place. I'm thankful that not is my family supportive, but so is the company I work for.

It's not easy to adjust to having to do my job without my sight. It's taken some getting used to and I have to admit that it was really difficult at first. Now, I have to use my other senses to compensate for my lack of sight. That's taken some getting used to as well, but I'm a lot better at it now. I've had to find different ways of doing almost everything. Amazingly, I've been able to work out everything except one thing. I can't put on my own make up anymore. Thankfully, I only ever wear eyeliner, but it still bothers me.

I also have a guide/therapy/guard dog that has to go everywhere with me now. His name is Oz, but we all call him Ozzie. He is rare because he is liver colored (or red). He has a white chest and belly and four white socks. His nose is white and brown and there is a white line that goes up his face. His face and paws have brown spots that look almost like freckles and his tail is bobbed, so he has a 'stubby' as my sister calls it. I imagine that he is a very handsome dog and I'm glad I have him.

At this point, I should probably rewind and tell you how I lost my sight. That day started out like any other. My Daddy, Uncle, Baby sister Lea and I were enjoying some rare time off and the ability to be at home for a while. My best friend Kristy, her son Wyatt, and her boyfriend Adam were visiting too. Daddy had taken to taking Lea and I out for family dinners every night so that he could spend some quality time with us away from everyone else. This isn't something that's easy to do when you're constantly travelling either. Everything was great. We had a great time laughing, talking and having father/daughter time. It was on the way home that everything went horribly wrong.

We were stopped at a red light, still laughing and talking when suddenly, I saw it. Bright lights were headed right for us at a high rate of speed. I screamed at my Daddy to watch out, but it was already too late. I remember the sound of breaking glass and smashing metal coupled with the sounds of my baby sister yelling. Just as I was about to thank the person who invented the seatbelt, mine came undone or broke. Then it was like I was trapped in some sort of sick tumble dryer. Then, as suddenly as all this had happened, it got even worse. I felt my body leave the car.

The last thing I remember seeing is Lexie Adams. I should explain about her as well. She has green eyes and blond hair. She's a lot smaller than me and therefore not very intimidating on first sight. You might be thinking that she doesn't seem so bad, but when you factor in her habit of drinking and driving, it doesn't make for a good person.

The thing is, there's more between her and I than just this one moment. Twenty years ago when I was just three weeks old, Mom had already given me up for adoption and was regretting it. Daddy was on the road, but Mom wanted to tell him about me and possibly get me back. There was just one problem with that: my maternal Grandmother could never stand to see my Mom happy. She paid Lexie to run my Mom down.

It wasn't that my "Grandmother" wanted Mom dead, she just wanted to scare her so that she wouldn't tell my Daddy about me. However, Lexie got scared and nervous before she did it, so she drank an unknown amount of alcohol to try and ease her nerves and her fear. The result of all of this was that—as my Mom was returning from her job as a waitress at a nearby bar—she stood on a street corner, waiting to cross the last street before home and was run down by Lexie. My Mom died that night.

Now, here I was, less than a block away from where my Mom lost her life, and now I was getting hurt. Or at least in the process of it anyway. I closed my eyes just before I hit the ground. This was going to hurt and I knew it. Suddenly, everything hurt and it felt as though my body had exploded.

Six months later, I woke up at West Houston Medical Centre. I had gone through multiple surgeries to treat my injuries. I couldn't remember how I had gotten there or even where I was. In fact, other than my name, my memory was gone. That being said, I understood everything that I was told. What bothered me most at that time was that even though I was awake and could hear everything around me, it was still dark. I remember my father telling me that I was blind. I was completely devastated.

In one swift moment, my life had changed. Everything was up in the air now. I didn't know if I'd get my memory back. Or if I'd be able to walk or talk or even get back in a wrestling ring again. I cried—albeit with a delay—as realization hit me. I would never see my Daddy's face again. I'd never be able to see the faces of my friends again. I'd never be able to see my baby sister Lea grow up to be a woman. Worst of all, when the day came that I had children of my own, I'd never be able to see them either. Then, they would have to deal with the fact that their Mom is different. All of these things were the result of losing my sight.

A year has passed since that awful night and I've proven all the doctors wrong. I can walk and talk. Although, when I get angry or upset or even excited, I stutter like there's no tomorrow. Most of my memory is back—with the exception of the last twenty four hours before the accident—and I even got back into the ring again! Although, I have to be extra careful and my opponents have to be careful too.

The fact that I will never see my Daddy's face again, or see me sister grow up, or see my future children still bothers me, I'm learning to deal with it as I go along. I have also learned a valuable lesson through all of this: Don't ever take anything in life for granted because you never know when it will be gone.


Alright, that's it for now. I will see you all on the next story. Please leave a review! Lots of Love!~Taker's Soul Girl