I don't see the world anymore.
I don't see its colours, its textures, its good… or its bad.
I feel it though.
The light touching my skin.
The surface of the floor under my feet.
The sound of the weather and animals foraging around the house.
The tap-tap-taping of the cane that I now have to use.
When Aaron told me what had happened to my eyes… at first, I was so, so mad. Mad at the people who did it, mad at my Dad for letting it happen and mad at Aaron for… well, no real reason.
He was nice though, through all my yelling and cursing.
He and Becca sat with me, answered my questions, let me know that I wasn't alone. That I was safe and even loved.
There was no way I could stay mad for very long after that.
But its not all that bad.
When I use my powers, I can sort of see things. It comes out like a vague impression of depth and movement. The more someone moves, the better I can see them and if they're completely still, I can't.
Its even better when there's as little light as possible. That puts me to the advantage. The whole room comes alive and, sometimes, I can even see the vibrations their heartbeats make in the darkness.
And I'm not as scared anymore.
I know these people.
Maeve, Becca, Ari, Ryan, Jasmine and Aaron.
We look out for each other and give a damn about each other.
We're a family.
And God help anyone who tries to take that away.