Blind

Another short story, hope it's liked :)

Do I have a name? Yes. Is it important? Doubtful. I grew up in the center of Missouri, a state colder than it's snow. I'm one of those people that everthing seems to go wrong for, one of those hopeless.. 'my life sucks' people. Parents are divorced, sister's insane, best friend betrayed my trust, and to finally top it off? I have cancer. And so I look upon the world I may never see again.

 

I went to see my sister Milly today at the Saint George Mission of Missouri. She's being kept there, the poor witness to all my family's trouble, driving her to the point of insanity. If going under, I only wish to see her face, one last time, troubled as it is. Sister Sarah took me to her room, and as I stepped in I found her crouched in her usual corner, waiting for everthing to end, waiting for the Lord to take her in His arms and bury her in safety. Her beautiful long black hair layed long and delicately over her frail pale figure, they'd been shorting her of her food again, a matter I've had to bring up more than once. They've given up, but not I. In my eyes, she is no hopeless cause. As always I approached Milly with caution, not touching her until she reached for me. As I sat down on the floor next to her she looked up, staring at me with her icy blue eyes.. How I always loved those eyes, those pure.. innocent blue eyes.. Unlike mine: Hazel; a green filled with dark deeds and unforgiveable actions.

 

Without saying a word Milly rested her head on my lap, her aura seemed to calm in it's color after she recognized me. As she relaxed I looked about the room. White. Small. Tile. What a disgusting place to live. Oh how I wish to take her away, she is not crazy, just misunderstood. But no, I'm not capable of caring for her, and I trust no one else to do so. I am limited to a once a week visit. Sad, having to schedule time to see your closest bond. Even now that is numbered with my exit door of life. I am leaving and she may not come yet.

 

As I left Milly for another day I began to walk home, I'd rather not waste the money for a bus. The sky fits my mood perfectly, cold and distracting, like the last chapter of a horribly depressing book. Milly is the only thing important to me now. There once was another, someone I had thought the world of, someone I had though to be both briliant and beautiful. A person with a spark, but in their cold quest for power lost it. They brought themself to insanity, I was forced to walk away. Life was too challenging as it was, she only made it harder with her selfish lies. A soul can last forever when cared for, but is fragile and easily broken. With time, sadly I know this person shall be their own untimely end.

 

As I reach home, my vision is hazier than before, I rushed to my apartment and into my room, I looked out my window and recalled why I'd wished to live here, the beautiful view. I think of my past friendship, then pull out my wallet for my favorite of sights, a picture of Milly, absorbed in her childhood. I gaze at her eyes as I seat myself on my bed. I lay down on my back and finally close my eyes, content now. And so I've looked upon the world, I will never see again.

Reviews

[Cherryblossom]

There is so much dept to this piece, the sincerity of sisterhood, the depression of knowing that you will soon leave the world you live. I've read and re-read this, and I stand (well sitting) amazed :) Just the way this is written is enough to make me grieve my own loss; to overcome my own problems and the way the main character puts her sister before herself, truly breathtaking ^^