Sight

Song: Welcome To My Life by Simple Plan

Iggy

I rolled over in my bed, the morning light streaming through my window. Yawning, I pushed back my long, bleach-blond hair. My fingers tingled exitedly, waking up to show me the colors. Quiet footsteps echoed into my ears. I scrunched my nose. For some reason, I really didn't want to talk to anyone right now. I hopped up, and in record time dressed in gray skinny jeans and dark blue shirt. The colors blue and gray always made me think of home...home, with the Flock. Not here at Dr. Martinez's house. My shirts, cut and hemmed by Nudge, had two identical slits for my wings, so I wriggled them out and into the crisp morning air. Sticking my hand up, I could faintly feel the fresh dawn pinks and blues of the sky. I smiled. There was no other feeling like this. I jumped off the second-story balcony, shooting through the air. The wind tickled my wingtips and stung my face, but it didn't matter. This was exhilieration. I tossed my head from side to side. Where should I fly to? As I pondered this, I heard the rustling of feathers on my side. I grasped for a grip, and found one. A mocha brown downy feather was in my hand. Letting it fly in the breeze, I knew who flew beside me.

"Mornin', Nudge." I said.

"Um, Igg...how'd you know that it was me?" her voice was groggy and cranky.

"Finger-sight. Duh." I said, quietly willing her to leave. She twitched.

"Why am I out here this early, again? I'm tired. See you later, Iggy." she said numbly. I grinned ear to ear. Finally, peace. As she stopped, the force of the gusts of wind pushed her back. The air currents changed, so I guessed that she made it okay. I skidded on the concrete of one of the streets, pulling my wings tight to my back. It arched accordingly, but not before a noise. I turned.

"Who's there?" I asked, alarmed.

"Wow, you're good for a blind kid." an answer came from nowhere. I recognized it, unfortunatly. Elle, from my Literature class. She never liked me, and was known to pluck my feathers, thinking that they were just a decoration. I rubbed my shoulder. She didn't understand blindness; nobody did.

"Then again, I would know."

I jerked. How would she know?
"I'm blind, too, dummy." she echoed, as if she read my mind. Oh, lovely. Another sarcastic comment from another poor sap.

"Very funny, Elle."

"I'm serious. That's why you hear me clicking my tongue all the time."

I wrinkled my eyebrows. I'd always associated her presence with the unsightly noise, but never made the connection.

"By hearing the miniscule vibrations, I can make out the fragile items and, well, any items. Hence I don't run into things."

I never knew...huh. Suddenly, a wave of pity washed over me. I could see with my fingers, and I had wings. I didn't have to deal with stuff on the ground usually. That was her life, all she ever knew.

"I'm so sorry." ... And I was. Elle held up her pale, thin hand.

"Don't be. You have to live with it, too, so you know, right?"

I shifted my feet. I had an idea. I walked towards her, grabbing her hand. I knew through experience that the color-seeing would allow her, by touching my hands, to see the things that I could see. Her hand was thin and slender, delicate, even. I held it gently in mine, careful of not hurting her.

"Wow." Elle said breathlessly. I smiled and let go of her hand. It plopped back down to her side. In one smooth motion, I understood her. But then that fleeting moment vanished, along with me, into the sky.

To her, I could see. All the colors that I took for granted...

She knew everything that I'd ever wanted,

The sights I'd never see,

The darkness that enveloped me now,

And the thing that I wanted most.