Eliza's story

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  • Dedicated to Dave, Michelle, Andrea. :))
                                    

As I wake, I, in my everyday life saw nothing. My name is Eliza short term for Elizabeth. I’m already eleven years old. I have brown hair and I’m beautiful not that I’m boasting. Well at least that’s what my nurse says. Her name is Miss Emma and she’s a total neat-freak. Though she’s kind, she overprotects me sometimes.

I woke up early today so that I can walk by myself. I tend to do things on my own. Since the nurse is still not here, I’ll sneak out and tell her ‘I can walk by myself! Quit your job you big bully’ or ‘Nurse! Nurse! I can walk!’ like drama films or something. Nah, let’s stick to ‘In your face!’

Trying to walk by myself is hard. I’m still not used to being blind. I’m not born blind actually. Four years ago, I and my parents were involved in an accident. That accident took my parents and my eyesight. They sent me here in this orphanage. I met my nurse and I stayed here ever since. A war settled here in England, people thought more about themselves than sympathizing others. The war just ended just last year. Still nobody had adopted me yet. You might think it’s hopeless but it’s not. As long as I’m alive and breathing, there’s still hope.

I reached the door at last. When I opened the door, I heard the nurse talking. She didn’t notice me. Before I could say anything, ‘Pitiful’ my nurse said. ‘That kid is pitiful’ ‘Poor kid’ another nurse said. My eyes widened. I know that but it hurts to hear and feel it at the same time. I slowly walked to a direction and it turned to running. But my legs feel numb. It’s really hard to run.

What’s this? My eyes are wet. Oh I’m crying.

Fresh air? I’m outside. Probably because my room is on the ground floor. In this time children haven’t woke up yet so I’m by myself. Good! Maybe I could escape. Well if I escape it’s not that bad. I could be a beggar in the streets or a blind child playing harmonica. But I don’t know how to play any instrument. Oh well, I ran faster but still my legs feel strange. Then, I accidentally slipped.

Then I heard a voice, it was hoarse. I recognized it’s a boy. ‘You okay?’ he said. I felt his hands and they were cold. ‘Why are you crying?’ I realized I’m still crying. Then I remembered what happened and cried more. You might think I’m a crybaby but it’s just I never cried about this before.

‘Why am I blind? Why did my parents have to die? Why am I alone? I should’ve died? I’m supposed to die!’ I said while crying.

The boy became quiet. I knew he might pity me too. He’s like them. I tried to stand in a lady manner. ‘Sorry for my disturbance’ I said wiping my tears. I started to walk away. Who is he anyway? Augh, I just cried to a person I don’t know. This couldn’t get any worse, can it? I felt him running behind me and say ‘Wait’ I ran my fastest like a cheetah but I think I bump into a tree and fainted.

I smelt the air. It smells like flower. Maybe he brought me to a garden. ‘Hey! Where are you!? I shouted. My voice echoed, weird. I tried to stand up.

‘Come here’ he said ‘Can you see the flowers? 'They’re beautiful’

Is he an idiot? ‘I already said I’m blind or are you deaf?’ I said.

‘No, I asked if you can see it with your mind’ he said ‘You should imagine it’

‘How?’ I asked puzzled.

‘Start with the color’ he said gently.

Now isn’t he being psychotic here? ‘I said I’m blind! The only color I can see is black!’ I said ‘Geez’

‘If you can’t imagine the colors, your dreams will imagine it for you”

‘A dream?’ I asked with a little curiosity.

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⏰ Last updated: Aug 12, 2012 ⏰

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