To be blind, a common fear. Yet to a child it seemed like nothing but to an adult who knew one's own child would experience the world with full eyesight can be such a terrifying ordeal. One that makes you desperate to ensure your next of kin should not fall to the same ailment. Though she knew that she would soon be blind this young babe did not seem to cry nor mind, nor did she blame her parents for what was to come. Instead she spent what time she had experiencing the world with limited vision, watching the sunset to watching the sun rise as the moon said goodnight, yet she could not help but feel bitter. To a child the world is new, yet to a young girl to be blind can seem as if it were the end. To never see your true love, to only be described by colors and beauty rather than to experience it in that moment. A feeling akin to a helpless bird with a broken wing, one could not help but feel like a burden…
Struggling to find her way back up the steps the girl sighed, she heard voices whispering around her yet none offered to help and in honesty she preferred it that way, she hated feeling weak.. And to be blind somehow gave the illusion that she was but a meek young teen barely able to do anything for herself. A disgruntled sigh escaped her lips as she found her footing, using her hands to trace against the walls of the home in order to find the correct room which led into her own. A bitter scoff left her mouth as she felt yet another walking stick laid to rest upon her bed - a so-called gift from her parents, she couldn’t help but whimper as tears dripped down the side of her blank gaze, holding onto the cane in her hand. After a while she would fall quiet, having managed to cry herself to sleep.
A sudden flash of light disrupted the young girl's otherwise uneventful slumber, discomforted by the brightening flash, afraid by such a display she would toss and turn attempting to cover her eyes to shield her from the light that now forced its way into her face a sensation and a sight that she had not experienced for years yet despite the fear the entity felt comforting, it’s the warmth enveloped her body.
She would breathe in and out, as she felt the figure wrap itself around her frame tightly.”What are you..” was all the blind girl could mutter, having never seen such a thing before even when she still somewhat had her eyesight. Fear was soon replaced with annoyance as she looked towards the figure, trying to grasp what was happening.”Why are you in my dreams! What do you want from me?” she cried out, evidently masking the fear that was still present.
As quickly as it came, so did it disappear, for only but a few seconds before she would feel the warmth of the light wrap around her body, arms engulfing her in a tight hug. The body made no sound, nor spoke instead it would conjure a pair of golden bandages and carefully wrapped them around her eyes. A softened voice would then whisper within her ears “I know you feel like a burden, but may you no longer have to feel such pain nor discontent with your situation.. Keep your eyes covered little dove..”
As daylight began to break through the blinds the girl couldn’t help but shelter her eyes from it’s sharp and painful glare, to her bewilderment she leapt herself out of bed, rushing towards the mirror where a wrap covered her eyes, her heart beat fast as she could see herself.. For the first time in years she could see herself and the room around her, she would spend a few moments pinching herself thinking this was all but a dream. Yet she had one moment of realization, remembering what she was told last night, releasing her hand from the pinching the teen tightened the wrapping knowing it was better to follow the orders of a disembodied voice than to upset it.