I sat in the back seat My head was leaned on the cool glass of the window… to long brown hair falling in front of my face. Mommy and daddy sat in the front. Laughing at something daddy had said. I smiled…mommy turned back to me and gave me one of those smiles a mother only gives a daughter

"how're you feeling dear?"

I looked up

"I'm-"

I was suddenly thrown violently foreword. Sitting up again my inside promptly turned to ice. Daddies car had stalled on some train tracks. And a train was headed for the car. Mommy was screaming at us to get out of the car My hands fumbled down the gray interior of the car finally landing on the cold metal door handle.

Pulling it out I leaned my body against the door.

It was jammed.

Again I slammed my body against the door. It opened for me this time and I rolled out of the car. I could feel cool liquid pooling about my temple, and a sharp pain was shooting through the front of my head near my eyes. I could see daddies car was totaled. And remember thinking 'not even Steve could fix that'…and then the darkness enveloped my vision…and this darkness I would come to know.

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" Marah! Hey Marah! Wait up."

I stopped putting my cane beside me and leaning against it. It wasn't one of those special blind people canes that I'd….well actually my brothers had seen. It wasn't white and red and blue with a tip of rubber on the end, it didn't fold, and there was no special custom made rubber grip for me. It was merely a long plastic cane, rounded off at the end. It was all that could be bought. After my mom and dad……were killed.

"you know you 'aint allowed to walk home from school by yourself Marah"

This was my older brother Pony's voice. When I lost my sight in mom and dads car accident I learned to recognize my brothers all by the sound of their voices. Pony's was soft. 'cept when he was yelling for me like he had just a second ago. He tended to forget I was blind….not deaf. Soda's voice was always sweet not to loud not to soft. Perfect fro the role of peace maker. Darrys voice was loud and commanding. The type that commanded-

"Marah, Marah are you listening?"

"yea sorry Pon' Just drifted off in my own thoughts again"

I gave him a smile. And I felt his hand on my arm leading me back to the house. Being my eyes. And once again my life was dependant on someone else.

I really hate being blind. I suppose If I hadn't been able to see before then it wouldn't be as bad. But before I could see everything. from the flecks of brown in Dallas's obviously bleached hair to the way Mom and Dad used to look at me.

that's another bad thing about my blindness. My dad is in Coma in the hospital. And I cant even see him anymore. I'm so afraid that if he dies or wakes up I'll never see him or he'll die disappointed because his little girl, his little princess is blind. that's what I'm most afraid of.

The doctors say I'm lucky. Because when I rolled out of daddies car I hit a rock. And the rock hit something. And I'm not sure about the rest.. to many big word for me. After all I am only in sixth grade

"step down"

Pony murmured as we hurried across a busy road… by the sound of it

"step up"

Pony muttered again and I felt soft grass beneath my tennis shoes

"stairs!"

I carefully lifted my feet up the steps to my house and we were home again

(short yea its been done…but I couldn't resist. I have a few things planned for the plot and well yea I realize this may kill whatever readers I may get…..because it's a sister fic but hopefully this one is different? Ok enough babbling please review. Flames are NEVER taken into consideration. However constructive criticism is.)