Lost My Way, Lost the Light
Alone
The cool wind passes through my tangled hair, and I know it's night.
I sit cross-legged on the lawn, my eyes closed, my hands on my knees.
It's night, but I won't sleep. I rarely sleep, in fact.
"Honey? Aren't you coming in?"
It's a sharp reminder that I'm not alone. I'm not living on my own, like I had once planned. I'm trapped at home, needing help I wish I'd never needed.
I shake my head.
"But-" her voice cuts off with a sigh.
The screen door behind me slams shut.
Again, I'm alone.
In the far distance, an owl hoots. A flutter of wings and swaying of branches says the owl is leaving, probably towards the north.
Not that I would know.
I haven't known for years.
I can barely even recall what an owl looks like.
Nine years, I remind myself. It's been nine years since that night.
Nine years.
Since that car crashed into me.
Since I fell unconscious for a week.
Since I woke up and couldn't see a thing.
Since my hopes and dreams came crashing down into dust.
Nine years since I've become blind.
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Just felt random. What do you think, though? Any hope for it? Let me know!And I have absolutely no idea what to title it. Thinking this'll be a somewhat short story if it continues. Shorter than the rest of mine, anyways. Thirty to fifty chapters.
Thoughts? Please??? Comment if it intrigues you at all.