"Different" | X Reader (Blind)

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I safely made it over to Charley's house. And thank god my neighbor's daughters weren't out around this time of the night. They would hide in the dark and scare me.

They think just because I'm blind, that means I'm weak. Those whores... I hope karma bites them in the ass. I step up to Charley's front door. I knock and wait. 'I wonder who's the visitor...' Soon, the door open. My first thought that it was Charley. Or Ms. Brewster. "Hi there, miss." a masculine male's voice said to me. I got confused. It wasn't Charley, nor her. Strange thing is, this person sounds a bit older than him. I got shy and blush. "I'm sorry... Am I at the wrong house?" The person stays silent for a second before answering. "No, dear. You're at the right house." he said. Oh, good. I was about to freak out for a second. "Are you a friend of Charley's?" I nod. "I... am..." Between us, there was an awkward silence. I shook my head and blink. "May I come in? Please?" "Sure, dear." he said. "After all, you're Charley's friend."

He steps aside. I walk in. I stop and move my cane, trying to direct myself to a chair. "Hey..." I hear the man. "Something wrong?" "Is there a seat near me?" I ask him. "Oh, yes. You're right beside it." I move my cane to the right. I felt it hit something. 'Maybe it's there...' I slowly walk over to it and sat down. I took of my sunglasses and folded my cane up. I sat them beside me. I felt a presence in front of me. I look up. I saw a heavily blurred vision of the male. I don't know how he looked due to my blindness, so it's rather difficult to describe his appearance.

"Where's Charley and his mother?" I ask him.

"They're upstairs." he replied.

Still upstairs? Is Charley very nervous? Believe me, I'm kind of nervous myself. "Oh..." I look down and think. "Miss?" I hear the man. "If you don't mind me asking this, but are you... blind?" I look away. I don't want to tell him. He'll might make fun of me. But I don't think so since this person is a more mature type. And by the way he sounds, too.

"I am, yes."

I wait for his answer. I was expecting him to say something bad or offensive... "Ohh. I see. That must be why you have your cane." "Yes." I nod. "I use it to navigate safely when I'm out." I carefully stand up.

"Were you born without sight?" he ask. I slowly shook my head, sighing. "No..." I say. "I was involved in a tragic event... that left me like this... I don't want to explain the rest." I look away and quickly wipe my eyes. I don't want him to see me crying.  "Oh... I'm so sorry..." he told me softly. I could tell by the sound of his voice that he felt bad for me. Soon, I hear someone walk in. "Ah, (Y/N)! You're here!" I hear a lady's voice. It's Mrs. Brewster. "Did you introduce yourself to—"

"Mrs. Brewster... I... need a drink..." I say, unintentionally cutting her off. "Oh... Okay..." she said sounding a little worried. "The kitchen's straight ahead, (Y/N). Just turn the corner. The glasses are on the sink. Do you need any help?" "No, Mrs. Brewster." I say. "I got it." I carefully walk straight ahead. I bump into something and almost fell. Luckily, I was next to a wall and I caught onto it. 'Damnit...' I stood up straight and made my way there. I made it to the kitchen, looking for the sink. I walk past a chair, eventually finding it. I look for a glass. I tap on the counter a few times to see if my hand was near one.

"Want me to help you?" I stop as I heard the unknown male's voice again. I shook my head. "No, thanks. I got it. Really." "Are you sure?" he asks. I tap around the counter until I eventually got my hand on a glass cup. "Yes... I'm sure..." I move my arm, but I hit something and it fell on the ground, and a small shatter was heard. I let out a nervous yelp. I hear someone come in. "What was that?" I hear Ms. Brewster's voice. "Oh my gosh! I'm sorry!" I quickly say. "No, sweetie. It's okay." she said, softly. "I'll have Charley come down to clean up the glass." I hear Ms. Brewster calling him down. "I should leave..." I say. I was embarrassed. I wanted to leave, but Ms. Brewster stop me.

"Why, (Y/N)?" she said in a sad tone. "You just got here. I was really looking forward for you to come over and meet—" "I'm sorry, Ms. Brewster." I say, unintentionally interrupting her. "I... I'll just go home... Tell Charley I said hi." I head back to the living room to retrieve my sunglasses and cane. I felt like crying... I felt a hand softly touch my shoulder. "Oh, (Y/N)... At least stay for a few minutes..." Ms. Brewster suggests. I think, whether or not I should leave or stay. I let out a small sigh.

"I... don't know, Ms. Brewster..."

••• *Unknown* P.O.V. •••

I watch this young woman. 'So this is Charley's friend. And she's also blind.' How rare. I've never met someone who had vision loss before, but this is definitely a first. I find her interesting. I want to know more about this young lady without Charley getting in the way. I also worry that he'll warn her about my dark secret. Because of... 'that night' when he spied on me. Then he'll convince her and everyone else about what I am...

Enough about that fool. I turn my attention to his friend. She look rather sad... I want to know why. She did mention to me that she lost her sight in an tragic event, but I think there's more to it. I watch as Charley's mother politely convincing the young woman to stay. "Please, (Y/N). As least stay for a few more minutes. I want Charley to see you. I know you didn't mean to break the glass cup." Pretty soon, speak of the devil, Charley walks in. He approaches her. "Hey... (Y/N)..." he said, nervously. He avoided looking at me. I give him a nonchalant glare.

'That's okay, Charley. I can tell you're scared and worried. But don't worry. I'll pay you a visit later...'

"Charley... Ms. Brewster..." the young woman said. "I'll... I'll just go home. I'm sorry, I'm not feeling well..." "Are you sure, sweetie?" Ms. Brewster said. "Yes..." she replied. She unfolds her cane and grab her glasses. "Good night, Ms. Brewster..." We watch her go to the front door. "Wait, (Y/N)..." Charley said. She stops. "Are you... gonna be okay going home by yourself?" "I am. Why?" He stays silent for a second before speaking again. "Because... there's been... murders going on around in this area... And... He... might get you..." The young lady got confused. Ms. Brewster, who was confused also, looks at him and raise a brow. "Who's, 'He' Charley?"

"Yeah, Charley." I jump in. "Who is this, "He" you're referring to???" He doesn't answer. The room stayed silent. However, I know exactly who he was referring to...

He's referring me.

"Well, Charley's right, hun." Ms. Brewster tells the young woman. "I suggest that you walk home with someone." She looks at me. "I can walk her home." I suggested. But Charley looks at me and frown. "No. I can walk her home. Mom, I'll be right back." I watch as he grabs her hand and lead her out. I inhale and bit my tongue, controlling my anger.

'Oh, Charley...'