Blindness Is...

A few years ago, I was a part of a writing site which was based on the mutant world that X-Men started to explore. This is an Essay written for English class by one of my Students, Diana Fielding.

Its a strange sensation, waking up on a morning to find your world as black as when you left it, stranger even if there are colours... places you see that you are not, people you haven't truely seen in a long time.. a time that you have not yet passed through. This morning I woke, and I saw a place I was yet to be... a place I was going to in an hour. People still asleep walked freely in the mid-day light. It always amazes me, and I freely admit that these days I may miss details of a vision, because I can't stop looking at what I am seeing. Seeing with your mind is so much different, so much more precious when you can not see with your eyes. Im so caught up in seeing, I almost miss the point of my vision, but it does not fail to make me pay attention to it. I see the boy, moments before it happens. I see him come towards me, meaning to pass as he reads, coffee in one hand book in the other. I see him, and I think I know him. His face seems so familiar to me... His name is Adam, that I remember... Perhaps he is in one of my classes? I gasp and fall backwards as he walks into me, the coffee spilling all over me as I hit the floor. In that brief moment, that brief touch, I get a flash of who he is and how I know him. More accurately, I get a flash of his memories of me. Its odd, when that happens, as everything is from his point of view, I see me how he saw me. I saw the two of us kissing... laughing... relexing on his bed in our first year. I see myself surrounded by fire, hands slightly away from my body and my eyes closed. He still thinks of me... Its a moment before I hear my name being called in the real world, hands taking mine and helping me back to my feet, handing me the glasses that I hadn't realised had fallen off. I feel his arms around me as he apologises, holding me close and making sure that I am okay. Maybe, he still loves me... It takes a moment for me to come back to reality, back to the darkness that I live in. It takes me a moment to brush off the phantom feel of his arms around me. It takes me a moment to remember that I am alone, and I am supposed to be alone. No room mate, no boyfriend, no real friends anymore. Those I had have left... or we've just drifted apart since the accident. My team mates are just that.... teammates. In my time at this school, I've done so much. I helped free my mother from my father. I helped a lone boy make friends... I saved a lot of people from an evil they did not see with ym team mates... And This.. This is what I have to show for it. A cold, empty room in a school where I have no one. As I get ready for the day, I run my fingers over my shirt, making sure its not my best as I leave the room. I'll be back to change soon enough.

Author's Note

spelling is probably really bad... not my computer, and no spellchecker.

Diana is a Precogniant, and touch-past cogniant mutant.

Reviews

[Illegitimate Artist]

Everything you write is so full of your own passion especially this particular piece. You really feel her emotion as you read. Love your descriptions, sweets. Really bad a*s!