Blind and Beautiful

Chapter 1

Today is the day the new owners move in, and the day I scare them out. As they unload their van I see two daughters. How nice, a happy loving family. The oldrr girl just sits there while the other one helps out. How lozy can she be. That is when I notice her eyes, and I can tell she is blind. Now I feel like an asswhole. I watch them unpack through the attic window which would be super creepy if they could see me. "Come on Chris" the younger girl yelled at her sister. "I was getting a feel for this place, and it seems sad" her voice was soft and kind. She had such a sound. "My sister the psychic" the girl huffed. "More like the blind" she joked. At least she has a sense of humor. They went inside so I decidedto fallow them, well more like this Chris.

"Carter where are you taking me" the blind girl asked her younger brunette sister. "Your new room, I was thinking of taking the attic but you get this big room" the younger girl said with excitement. Carter is going totake my old room. I can't keep my eyes off of he blind red head. So they went to what used to be the study. "There isn't a good vibe here. Like something dark happened here" the blind now very much psychic girl said. "How would you know" Carter but her hands on her hips. "It's a feeling Carter" the girl said. "Christina we are going to make a lot of money off of your ability" Carter hugged her sister. "No you are not" she pushes her sister back. "Whatever, this is your room, hope you like it" Carter left her alone to feel the walls and how much space there. Her delicate hands touched the burgundy walls. I watched as she moved around and I followed her closely wiching to feel her warm skin. "Christina" her mother yelled taking her out of her trance. "I'll be right there" she passed me but stopped for a bit before continuing.

They wrre in the kitchen with take out and it was dinner time. It seems they already set up all the beds and livingroom furniture. They ate in the livingroom with their flat screen oh playing a movie. I wonder what Christina's favorite movie is, oh wait she doesn't have one because she is blind. God I feel like a dick wanting to prank a blind girl, that is like bullying a special person, not cool. So maybe I should just mess with her sister instead along with her parents that don't seem to care that the poor girl is blind.

They were watching 'Dr. Strangelove or: How I Learned To Stop Worrying And Love The Bomb'. Which I found strange since it is an old movie. Wonder why they chose this movie out of all the movies they could pick. I watched it with them feeling as if part of a family agian ad if I was alive, but that only made the pain of loneliness worse. When the movie was over I went back up to the attic to be alone as I usually am. Why do I have to suffer, what jave I done to deserve this? Alive or dead I am still in hell.

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By the next day all the furniture was inside the house in their own place. It seemed Carter was forced to room with Christina instead of living in the attic wih me. I was kinda of great full since I really didn't want to have her around. The attic was my room where I could think and be myself. It was my personal fortress of solitude. The only thing is that ot gets lonelier and lonelier everytime I sit and stare out my window. I see Carter walking their family dog Ramsey. He is a white husky, but looks a lot like a wolf. That means Christina is home alone since their parents went out grocery shopping. They finally got everythig set up on the thrid day and this is the fourth.

I head down stairs to go and see what Christina is doing. I see her laying on her bed facing the ceiling with both of her ear buds in. I ventured towards her to observe her closer. She is wearing a bright yellow sundress and no make up. She was so beautiful without trying. Her eyes were naturally ice blue, even her pupils. "I wish that I met you when I was alive" I say to her knowing she won't hear me. "Hello" she says talking her ear buds out. Did she hear me? Nah. She sat up and hun her legs over the edge of the bed. "Is anyone there? I'm blind" she calls out. "You know if you were being invaded that wouldn't be a good move" I tell her knowing she won't hear me anyways. "Who are you" she asks. Did she hear me? There is no way. "A nightmare for some. For others, as a savior I come. My hands cold and bleak, it's the warm hearts they seek" I say seeig if she could answer the riddle. "You could have made it harder, it's death" she said plainly. How did she...