Cacie Can't See, chapter 1
My name is Cacie Bryant, and ever since I was thirteen years old, I've been blind. I can remember the day I lost my vision like it was yesterday. I remember the pain I endured, I remember the car accident, I can also remember the ridicule. And now at the age of twenty-three, the ridicule is still alive, actually. If I ask someone to help me with the easiest thing, they laugh at me.
I placed my hands along the wall of my house and felt for the bathroom door. I had placed certain marks on the doors, like a dent in one door, I knew was my bedroom, and redundant bumps was the sign for the bathroom. I came across the bathroom sign, and smiled. I opened the door, and ran my hands along the walls to find the opening which was the shower. The doorbell rang, interrupting my search. I felt my way downstairs, and grabbed my cane, which had been set by the hallway. I tapped it from side to side, and found the door. The doorbell rang again, and I sighed. "One minute!" I moved my cane out of the way and adjusted my glasses.
Being blind is like being in a completely pitch black room, unable to get out.
I opened the door, and heard the rain pounding against the gutters. "Can I help you?" I said, placing my other hand on the cane.
"Yeah, my car broke down, and my phone doesn't have a signal, could I use yours?"
I listened to their voice, unable to tell if it was a male or female. "Um, yes, one minute," I said, turning around and started to tap the cane again. I would have memorized the steps by now, but I'd only been living in this house for about two weeks. I had started to memorize my steps.
I ran into a table and put my hands down on it. I felt my hand come over the phone, wrapped my fingers around it, turned around, and held it out. The phone left my grasp, and I heard the person dial, and start speaking.
"Yeah, it's 4756 Truitt," they said. I heard them hang up, and neither one of us spoke.
"Uh, here's the phone," they said. I held out my hand and they put the phone in it. "What's your name?" they asked.
"Cacie Bryant," I said, pushing up my glasses. "What's yours?"
"Aiden Roberts," they said. I put my hand holding the phone behind me and my wrist hit the table with enough force to make me yell, "Ah crap!" I released the phone and grabbed my wrist.
"Ouch, you okay?"
"I'm fine," I said. I put my hands out in front of me and walked forward. I found the freezer and searched for the ice tray.
"Do you need help?" Aiden asked.
"Yeah, do you see any paper towels?"
"Yeah, they're right next to you."
"On my right or left?"
"Right."
The doorbell rang, and Aiden said, "Hey, Cacie, I guess I'll see you around." I ripped off a couple of towels and wrapped some ice in it. "Bye, Aiden." They didn't hear me. The door closed as I said it, and I placed the paper-toweled ice against my wrist. I started to walk, and ran into the counter. I placed the ice down and searched the counter with my hands. I felt an unfamiliar piece of paper and felt it. I flipped it over, and ran my fingers lightly over the back. I had taught myself to read things from the indents of words and numbers on the back of paper. All I feel was the numbers 478-2370. "It must be Aiden's number," I said aloud, and put the paper back down.
I found the phone and gently ran my fingers across the numbers. I slowly dialed my sisters phone number, finding each number, as I had to dial it.
"Hello?"
"Hi, Mary," I said, putting my hand on top of the counter to find the ice again.
"Hey, Cacie! What's up?"
"I need help."
"Okay, what is it?"
"Do you know anyone named Aiden Roberts?"
"Oh, yeah, he works at Sam Goody's, like I do."
So, he knows my sister. I wonder if...
"Is he hot?" I asked before I knew what I was asking.
"Oh man, yeah!"
Mary then described to me what Aiden looked like. Apparently, he had shaggy dark brown hair, big brown eyes, and features that made him look like Orlando Bloom.
"How do you know him?" she asked, as I switched the phone to my other ear.
"His car broke down in front of my house, and he had to use my phone."
"Oh."
"He also left me his number. Or, well, I think it's his. I couldn't tell if he left a note."
"Oooh."
"Should I call him sometime?"
"Oh yeah!"
"Okay, well I just wanted to know if you knew him, really."
"Okay, bye little sister."
"Bye, Mary."
I ran my thumb over the buttons, and when finding the talk button, I pressed it. I sighed as I placed the phone back down on the table. I walked in a random direction and ran into a wall. "Darn," I said, "I really need to get used to this house."
Over the next few days, I refrained myself from picking up the phone and dialing the phone number Aiden had left me. As I tapped my cane from side to side, and walked down the sidewalk, my cane came to a sudden stop and I fell over. The grocery bag full of food I was carrying fell out of my grasp. I heard snickering from surrounding people, and scowled.
"What's wrong with her?" one of them said. Obviously, I could tell they weren't the brightest bulb in the box.
"She must be dumb," another said. I paused, and scowled again. I heard someone else kneel down and start to gather my things. "I don't need your help," I said, angry with the people who called me dumb.
"I'm sorry," they said. The voice sounded familiar, and before I could stop myself, I said, "Aiden?"
"Hi," he said. I smiled. I felt my hand brush a bag of bread and I wrapped my fingers around it. I placed it in the bag and stood up. I realized I had dropped my cane and sighed. But before I bent down, it was shoved into my hand. "You might want to keep a tighter grip on that," Aiden said.
"Thanks," I said, wrapping my fingers around the handle. The four words that had been said by that individual rang through my head. 'She must be dumb.' They repeated over and over again.
"Your sister's Mary, isn't she?" he asked. I nodded vigorously.
"Yeah, after you left I called her and asked about you. I wasn't surprised she knew you. She knows half the world," I said, pushing up my glasses. "Could you help me find my house again? When I fell I lost count of my steps."
"Yeah, no problem," he said. I felt him take a hold of my upper arm, so I knew he was still there, and he led me down the sidewalk while I held my bag in my arm and my cane in my hand.
Before I knew it, Aiden came to a stop. "We're here," he said, pulling at my arm.
"Thank you," I said. I felt him turn me toward him, so that he could look at me.
"It's too bad you can't see how pretty you are, Cacie," he said. I opened my mouth to say something, but closed it again in loss of words.
"Thank you," I finally said, turning my face down to the ground.
"How long have you, you know, been blind?" he asked, as though he thought I was going to start bawling and yell at him for asking.
"Since I was thirteen," I said, not moving.
"Ah," he said.
I turned my face up, and put my hand out. My mission was to find his face, and when that was accomplished, it landed on his mouth. I felt his mouth turn into small smile, and after I felt that, I smiled back at him. I leaned up, kissed his cheek, and pushed my glasses up.
"Well, I'm going to go inside now," I said, readjusting my hand on the cane.
"Okay. Call me, if you can, later," he said. I tapped my cane from side to side until it bumped into the single step of the front porch.
The next day, the phone rang as I was opening a can of soda. I searched the table until my hand ran over the vibrating and loudly ringing object. I ran my thumb over the phone and pressed the talk button, keeping it in place.
"Hello?" I said.
"Hey, it's Aiden."
"Oh, how'd you get my number?"
"I have my resources."
I giggled.
"I was wondering if you'd like to go..."
"On a date?"
"Um, yeah."
"Aiden..."
"It's okay if you don't want to..."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah, I mean, wouldn't it-"
"I've been blind for ten years. You don't think I haven't gotten used to it?"
"No, I'm sorry, I didn't mean that."
"I don't think it's a good idea if I went out with you, Aiden."
"It's okay, Cacie.
"Okay."
I hung up the phone and sighed. I had just turned down a date with Aiden. I put the phone done, grabbed my cane, and walked outside. I found the sidewalk and started walking on it. I had only started counting, and didn't hear what was going on around me, until I was knocked over by a force enough to knock me out, but it didn't. I was knocked over onto my back, and the pain that was rushing through my head was too much. But I didn't care. For the first time in ten years, I could see. I could see the clouds, and I could see the sky, and I could see the clouds, and I could see the car that hit me. The driver was leaning over me, an apologetic look on her face. I could see the sun.
I could see. I wasn't blind.
The End.
I placed my hands along the wall of my house and felt for the bathroom door. I had placed certain marks on the doors, like a dent in one door, I knew was my bedroom, and redundant bumps was the sign for the bathroom. I came across the bathroom sign, and smiled. I opened the door, and ran my hands along the walls to find the opening which was the shower. The doorbell rang, interrupting my search. I felt my way downstairs, and grabbed my cane, which had been set by the hallway. I tapped it from side to side, and found the door. The doorbell rang again, and I sighed. "One minute!" I moved my cane out of the way and adjusted my glasses.
Being blind is like being in a completely pitch black room, unable to get out.
I opened the door, and heard the rain pounding against the gutters. "Can I help you?" I said, placing my other hand on the cane.
"Yeah, my car broke down, and my phone doesn't have a signal, could I use yours?"
I listened to their voice, unable to tell if it was a male or female. "Um, yes, one minute," I said, turning around and started to tap the cane again. I would have memorized the steps by now, but I'd only been living in this house for about two weeks. I had started to memorize my steps.
I ran into a table and put my hands down on it. I felt my hand come over the phone, wrapped my fingers around it, turned around, and held it out. The phone left my grasp, and I heard the person dial, and start speaking.
"Yeah, it's 4756 Truitt," they said. I heard them hang up, and neither one of us spoke.
"Uh, here's the phone," they said. I held out my hand and they put the phone in it. "What's your name?" they asked.
"Cacie Bryant," I said, pushing up my glasses. "What's yours?"
"Aiden Roberts," they said. I put my hand holding the phone behind me and my wrist hit the table with enough force to make me yell, "Ah crap!" I released the phone and grabbed my wrist.
"Ouch, you okay?"
"I'm fine," I said. I put my hands out in front of me and walked forward. I found the freezer and searched for the ice tray.
"Do you need help?" Aiden asked.
"Yeah, do you see any paper towels?"
"Yeah, they're right next to you."
"On my right or left?"
"Right."
The doorbell rang, and Aiden said, "Hey, Cacie, I guess I'll see you around." I ripped off a couple of towels and wrapped some ice in it. "Bye, Aiden." They didn't hear me. The door closed as I said it, and I placed the paper-toweled ice against my wrist. I started to walk, and ran into the counter. I placed the ice down and searched the counter with my hands. I felt an unfamiliar piece of paper and felt it. I flipped it over, and ran my fingers lightly over the back. I had taught myself to read things from the indents of words and numbers on the back of paper. All I feel was the numbers 478-2370. "It must be Aiden's number," I said aloud, and put the paper back down.
I found the phone and gently ran my fingers across the numbers. I slowly dialed my sisters phone number, finding each number, as I had to dial it.
"Hello?"
"Hi, Mary," I said, putting my hand on top of the counter to find the ice again.
"Hey, Cacie! What's up?"
"I need help."
"Okay, what is it?"
"Do you know anyone named Aiden Roberts?"
"Oh, yeah, he works at Sam Goody's, like I do."
So, he knows my sister. I wonder if...
"Is he hot?" I asked before I knew what I was asking.
"Oh man, yeah!"
Mary then described to me what Aiden looked like. Apparently, he had shaggy dark brown hair, big brown eyes, and features that made him look like Orlando Bloom.
"How do you know him?" she asked, as I switched the phone to my other ear.
"His car broke down in front of my house, and he had to use my phone."
"Oh."
"He also left me his number. Or, well, I think it's his. I couldn't tell if he left a note."
"Oooh."
"Should I call him sometime?"
"Oh yeah!"
"Okay, well I just wanted to know if you knew him, really."
"Okay, bye little sister."
"Bye, Mary."
I ran my thumb over the buttons, and when finding the talk button, I pressed it. I sighed as I placed the phone back down on the table. I walked in a random direction and ran into a wall. "Darn," I said, "I really need to get used to this house."
Over the next few days, I refrained myself from picking up the phone and dialing the phone number Aiden had left me. As I tapped my cane from side to side, and walked down the sidewalk, my cane came to a sudden stop and I fell over. The grocery bag full of food I was carrying fell out of my grasp. I heard snickering from surrounding people, and scowled.
"What's wrong with her?" one of them said. Obviously, I could tell they weren't the brightest bulb in the box.
"She must be dumb," another said. I paused, and scowled again. I heard someone else kneel down and start to gather my things. "I don't need your help," I said, angry with the people who called me dumb.
"I'm sorry," they said. The voice sounded familiar, and before I could stop myself, I said, "Aiden?"
"Hi," he said. I smiled. I felt my hand brush a bag of bread and I wrapped my fingers around it. I placed it in the bag and stood up. I realized I had dropped my cane and sighed. But before I bent down, it was shoved into my hand. "You might want to keep a tighter grip on that," Aiden said.
"Thanks," I said, wrapping my fingers around the handle. The four words that had been said by that individual rang through my head. 'She must be dumb.' They repeated over and over again.
"Your sister's Mary, isn't she?" he asked. I nodded vigorously.
"Yeah, after you left I called her and asked about you. I wasn't surprised she knew you. She knows half the world," I said, pushing up my glasses. "Could you help me find my house again? When I fell I lost count of my steps."
"Yeah, no problem," he said. I felt him take a hold of my upper arm, so I knew he was still there, and he led me down the sidewalk while I held my bag in my arm and my cane in my hand.
Before I knew it, Aiden came to a stop. "We're here," he said, pulling at my arm.
"Thank you," I said. I felt him turn me toward him, so that he could look at me.
"It's too bad you can't see how pretty you are, Cacie," he said. I opened my mouth to say something, but closed it again in loss of words.
"Thank you," I finally said, turning my face down to the ground.
"How long have you, you know, been blind?" he asked, as though he thought I was going to start bawling and yell at him for asking.
"Since I was thirteen," I said, not moving.
"Ah," he said.
I turned my face up, and put my hand out. My mission was to find his face, and when that was accomplished, it landed on his mouth. I felt his mouth turn into small smile, and after I felt that, I smiled back at him. I leaned up, kissed his cheek, and pushed my glasses up.
"Well, I'm going to go inside now," I said, readjusting my hand on the cane.
"Okay. Call me, if you can, later," he said. I tapped my cane from side to side until it bumped into the single step of the front porch.
The next day, the phone rang as I was opening a can of soda. I searched the table until my hand ran over the vibrating and loudly ringing object. I ran my thumb over the phone and pressed the talk button, keeping it in place.
"Hello?" I said.
"Hey, it's Aiden."
"Oh, how'd you get my number?"
"I have my resources."
I giggled.
"I was wondering if you'd like to go..."
"On a date?"
"Um, yeah."
"Aiden..."
"It's okay if you don't want to..."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah, I mean, wouldn't it-"
"I've been blind for ten years. You don't think I haven't gotten used to it?"
"No, I'm sorry, I didn't mean that."
"I don't think it's a good idea if I went out with you, Aiden."
"It's okay, Cacie.
"Okay."
I hung up the phone and sighed. I had just turned down a date with Aiden. I put the phone done, grabbed my cane, and walked outside. I found the sidewalk and started walking on it. I had only started counting, and didn't hear what was going on around me, until I was knocked over by a force enough to knock me out, but it didn't. I was knocked over onto my back, and the pain that was rushing through my head was too much. But I didn't care. For the first time in ten years, I could see. I could see the clouds, and I could see the sky, and I could see the clouds, and I could see the car that hit me. The driver was leaning over me, an apologetic look on her face. I could see the sun.
I could see. I wasn't blind.
The End.
