It's A Gift
Today I was moving. Away from my house, my town, my best friend. I was sitting down with Christian with my guitar in my hand. Hey, just because I am blind does NOT mean I don't have talents!
"Onica, what are you doing?" My now sixteen year old friend asked.
"Getting ready to play you a song.I think it fits perfectly for the situation."
"Alright, go ahead!"
Christian had tears in his eyes as I strummed the last note.
"That was sound older than seventeen to."
"Thanks man." He sighed.
"I'm gonna miss you." He hugged me.
"Yea, me to. Vegas is cool, but I like it here."
"Honica!Time to go love!" My mother called from the house across the street that I used to call my home. I stood up and hugged Christian one more time and told him to remember to call and visit. After that he helped me across the street and into the car. Then, mom started the car and we left. Even though the world was dark to me I could picture the torchered and broken look on his face. It made me tear up. This place was my home. I was never going to be able to see it again. Well, I guess that didn't matter much for a girl like me but you get the point.
At this new place I was going to be judged.
It's definitively going to be hard being blind with this world that is so cruel.
I wish that they could just see me for me instead of what I cant. They just won't understand.
Wish that they could see that underneath
I'm gonna have to move fast in the neighborhood, because even though I'm home schooled, mom told me there are other kids my age on the block we are gonna live in.
We are here. The new neighborhood. Wish me luck. I'm gonna need it, a lot.
Getting out of the car took a lot of will didn't help that I was stiff from a six hour drive either. Hmm, we were gonna need help getting the boxes inside. I don't think that anyone would be up this late. It wasn't warm out anymore so it had to have been night. Mom handed me a box and she took one, and then she took m hand to guide me and I put my other hand out to feel around. We had barley taken five steps when I heard someone come up behind us.
"Mom, someone is behind us." I say slightly turning my body but still not knowing where he was standing.
"Hello, My names Jerry. I moved in a few days ago myself. Do you want some help?" He asked. I averted my head three inch's to the right and knew I was staring strait at him. I pulled moms hand and she bent over to listen to what I had to say.
"Mom, let me see him please." I whisper.
"Oh honey, I don't think you should..."
"Please!" She sighed.
"Uh, hi, my name is Mariha, this is my daughter Honica. She want's to know what you look like...''
"Can't she see?"
"Um, no, not since she was three."
"I suppose it's okay..." I stepped forward and lifted my hands to his face and started to 'feel him up'. I started with his cool forehead,then his nose and cheeks. I moved my hands across his soft marble lips, then his jaw and neck, his muscles.
"You have dark hair and eyes, yes?"I asked him.
"I do." He says. He has dark hair and eyes, pale, cold skin, and a LOT of muscle. But something told me he was different than a regular person. In all my years of doing this I have never done it to someone like him. He seemed... unnatural. I knew what he was. I stepped back hurriedly.
"Get out of our yard!" I yelled at him.
"Honica!" My mother said horrified by my behavior.
"He's not natural, he's...different! He's not human!" I said frantically. I was not going to sell him out, he might hurt mom.
"Honica I can not believe you! You don't go around accusing people of being 'unnatural'."
"No, it's alright. Kids got an imagination. It's good for someone like her. Now do you want help with those boxes?"
"NO!" I shouted. Mom put her hand over my mouth and I bit it, not hard but it would make her say...
"Ouch! Did you just BITE me?" Mom asked.
"Yes, and we don't need help."
"Yes we do and that is final young lady." I huffed and let go of her hand and stomped off with my hands raised out in front of me. I heard them picking up boxes and fallowing me. We then got to the front door.
"Alright, well, I'll open the door and you can..."
"No! Mom don't invite him in!" I turned to him."You can set those right there and we'll take care of them."
"Alright, I don't wan't to upset you.I'll play along." He told me and turned to mom and shrugs.
"She certainly does have unordinary imagination." He then left the yard.
I opened my eyes and pretended that I could see. I did this every morning, hoping, praying that I would magically get my sight back. I was NOT a morning person. Because every time a opened my eyes in the morning it reminded me of how cripple and useless and different I am. Everyday started off as a bad one. We had done most of the unpacking last night and mom was giving me the day off before she started homeschooling again. She also wants me to meet the neighborhood kids today.I have no idea how they will react to me. Probably the same as every other kid out there.
Well, I'm not gonna let them get me down. I groan and sit up pulling the blankets off of me. Mom had told me my room was a purple haze color and had a large window that took up most of my wall, which was right next to my bed. The floor was a dark wood and the trim to the walls were white. I had put my vanity up against the wall across from the bed and a closet was right next to the private bathroom. The bed spread I had was a white one with many colorful and sparkly butterfly's on it.
Despite how pretty I imagined my room to be I just wasn't getting over the new house. I guess I was going to have to get used to it. Maybe I'll get a couple of friends, like the neighborhood, and NOT runaway to go home to Christian. No matter ho much I want to.
I felt my way around my room and found the door. I opened it up and stuck my head out.
"Mom? I need help getting dressed!" I heard approaching foot steps and soon mom was helping me sit down on the bed. She went through my drawers and pulled out cloths.
"Alright, stand up and turn around." I did as I was told and she helped take off my shirt from behind and my bra. She helped me put on a new bran and shirt and then helped me with my lower clothing. I hated being clothed by my mom because she had to see me naked but it wasn't my fault and I couldn't do nothing about it.
Mom and I had breakfast and then we went for a walk. I heard some one shuffling in there yard and mom's body language changed as she lifted her arm and waved.
"Good morning Jane!"(I think that's her name)
"Ah, Hello Mariha! Honica, how are you guys this morning?" We walked over across the street and I just stood there as the women conversed.
"So, my son Charlie is getting ready for school he should be ready soon, you to will probably be good friends Honica dear." Jane gushed.
"Sure." I said dully.
"She's still a bit sore about moving." My mom said.
"Oh, it's alright. She'll come around i'm positive!"
We talked (Mom and Jane) and then we continued our walk. God, this day was going to be sooo loooong!