Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-27450407-20151229031915

There is a difference between being blind, and not being able to see, even though people have told you differently, for so many years. Things are not so innocent, as you would believe.

About two years ago, I got in to a car accident. I was driving my grilfriend home from a party, when we met a car, speeding in the opposite direction. That bastard was drunk enough to survive the crash, even when he shot out the windshield of his car, our little car standing no chance against the SUV he was driving.

When we collided, our seatbelts didnt trigger… nor did our airbags, sending us flying towards the windshield, that shattered upon impact. While I was flying forward, the shattered glass was heading in the opposite direction, piercing my eyes as quick as the drop of a dime, blinding me almost instantly.

Before it all went black, i heard the gurgled cries of my sweet girl, through the roaring of the engines. The last thing i saw of her, was her face, the blood running from her mouth, the look of disbelief on her face.…

When people think of blindness, they think of a black, empty void ahead of them.

I wish it was as comforting.

You see, being blind is not that you’re not able to see. It’s that the only thing able to see, is the last thing you saw before it the blackness engulfed everything.

I don’t speak much anymore. Not because i don’t see the need to, like many people think. But because, when I speak… she speaks back to me.

I can’t take it anymore. It’s not that i dislike the prescence of my sweet girl. It’s because I dont want to hear that broken, gargled voice again, for however long i have left in this world.  