The blind and the mute by Energetic sloth (top 20 books to read TXT) 📕

His odd. Why would you want to brake was is not a problem.

Charlie: I will be leaving you in my trusty apprentice.

And with that he was gone. Hopefully never coming back.

Me: will trusty apprentice, what the first task?

Random girl: A-ash

Me: what?

Random girl: T-that is m-my nam-e

Me: oh I thought it was some torture device.

Ash: n-no

Me: you don't have to be nervous around me. I'm just as scared as you are.

What is wrong with me. First I make a joke out of this class that she works for, then I call her a spider. The last time I checked this is not how to make friends.

Ash: I h-have a d-d-deses c-called c-c-chronic l-aryngitis

Me: really that makes two. Will I have cancer not chronic laryngitis, but we are both deceased.

Ash went quite which put me on edgy. Did I say something bad, cause if I did I wouldn't be surprised.

Ash: s-sorry, f-forgot, you c-can't s-see. I'm s-smiling.

Me: good, here I thought I had said something wrong.

Before Ash could say anything Charlie said something about working as a team for the rest of the term. I think I could really work well with ash.

Ash: y-y-your —

Ash: y-y-you're funny

Me: well my dear ash, I don't have much in life to look forward to, so I have to keep myself entertained somehow.

It's not a lie. Most times when I feel really alone I would talk to myself, or listen to comenidens. I felt as if they could help bring light into my dark world. It doesn't work, you always feel alone. It's amazing someone who has been blind for a couple of months can be as useless as me.

It started to get close to leaving. We have been in this room for what feels like days. Charlie- the guy who runs the show- has had me doing weird things like talking and sitting. There so wired I have to practice it. I'm not joking Ash has me talking, then she would get me a chair and tell me to find the seat and sit. Charlie came over and was all like " Oh good he's a quick learner. Ash I think we should have him practice this hopefully next week than we can move on" he just talked as if I wasn't in the room. It's really bad too cause I can't tell him off. If I try to I have ask if he's still around and by then it's really awkward.

Ash’s smooth hand held mine as we walked back out if the room. Ash also told me why it's so hot in here. There's this kid, forgot their name,  they have this weird diseases that makes them really cold so everything around them has to be hot. They could put on a jumper or two. That would make semi normal people not suffer. Ash said that there a really cool kid. I think there spoiled personally. I heard the sound of Mary's voice throughout the room. She was asking about the session and if I should continue. Charlie said I was a quick learner and should stay a little bit longer so he can 'mold' me into a fine young man. I just chucked at that thought. If he makes me useful I will ask Ash here on a date. In the mean time I think I'll keep her as a friend.

Me: Before I am shoved into a mysterious contraption and taken to a place I do know or see I would like your number.

Ash let go of my hand and left me. It was quiet. Then I felt a hand slowly make it's way into my back pocket.

Me: Slow down you haven't asked me on a date yet

I said making Ash chuckle. Ash pulled out my phone and typed away. I am so lucky I don't have a pin. That would end horribly. I then felt a small metal object placed into my hand. I held it and smiled.

Me: Ash what did you put yourself down as?

Ash: A-A-Ash c-cute a-ass

Me: that's not going to be weird when it comes to texting.

I held down the home button till I could hear the ding.

Me: Siri, text Ash cute ass

Siri: okay, what would you like to say to Ash cute ass?

Me: I hope you're blushing

Siri: would you like me to send 'I hope you're blushing' to Ash cute ass?

Me: yes

I could hear Mary chuckle, then the sound of a text going off. It's not my phone so it must be Ash. She must be so red. I bet everyone is looking at us, I'm so glad I can't see there judgey eyes.

The car ride home was quiet. Well it was till we got on the topic of food. It was Mary who started it. She asked if we want waffles. None of our car conversations start change, its been this way since the first doctors appointment. As we got home I said I'll be in my room listening my life going down the drain. Then Mary said that she doesn't think that I am which would lead to John saying I listen to shit music not my life going down a drain. So any teenager would reply back with ‘you don't understand’ and walk off. When I walk off I tend to run into things. That's what makes life suck,  for me anyway. I don't get the great burden to tell John and Mary the bruise I get come from builes. I get the joy of telling them I get the bruises from the walls and doors. I'm so manly. John and Mary don't understand why I'm single. It can't have anything to do with the fact that I'm useless and run into everything. I don't even really have a friend. Ash is the first person I have talked to that wasn't a doctor, nurse or foster parent. She really nice, I wonder if all people are like that? I wonder if my intake of people has been wrong? If it has I might have to talk to more people. That would be a nice change from being in internal darkness. I’m joking, talking to people would be much work.

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I didn't feel like eating dinner tonight. I felt like I could lie in bed all day and let my life wash away. As soon as I thought of death Ash came into mind and I started to image what she would look like. If she had blonde hair and brown eyes, or if she black hair and blue eyes. It was hard, I didn't know that I forgot what blonde hair looks like, or how eyes look regardless of colour. So that made me think does Mary still have her short red hair and does John still have the baby elephant in his stomach or has he lost it. Its scary. I know these people and yet I can't compartment them on a new hair style or how that piece of clothing looks good on them. I think I miss the little things in life the most. I miss the way I could criticise my body in the mirror everyday. I miss watching couples making out at school. I miss seeing your hands when you write. I miss not being able to sleep at night and being up to see the sun rise. I wonder if I close my eyes hard enough will I be able remember it or will I be forever drowning in darkness. I sighed and took my sunglasses off. I have to wear these everywhere, otherwise people will see a boy with no eyes in his head. I’ll do anything to feel normal.

Publication Date: 12-03-2014

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