summary: Alison is blind. She has no one left and she feels like her presence brings nothing to the world until she starts hearing strange screams from murder victims and her presence becomes the most important thing in the world. She also meets a stranger who she has a special connection through (hint , hint.) Title : Blind love Chapter 1 :new friends and lost german ladies I am blind. To tell you the truth , IT IS as hard to complete my goals in life as most people would think it would be. A known fact is that when some of your senses are weak it makes your other ones incredibly strong but my hearing is very weak and my touch is like sharp knives , quite rigid. I always feel useless and helpless. I cant do much , except speak 3 languages and I have an immaculate memory filled completely with billions of words ; some simply dirty and others from a college dictionary. My mum tells me I was born mature. A baby who enjoyed classical piano and Eminem. At age three I listened to Elmo’s high pitched voice but I didn’t really enjoy him , I heard and immediately thought of him an obnoxious bloke. My mum let me feel a soft animal and told me that Elmo would feel much like him. When I felt the furry thing , I giggled because it felt much like the hair between my clay sculptor father ‘s fat toes. With my horrible sense of touch I was sent a mean , German , naval woman named Helga , with big hands and she insisted I shake extremely straight , which she made me perfect. She guided me across a large campus overflowing with mean , snickering jerks who profoundly come over to my silent table and would almost whisper in my ear. Right now I am laying on stone bench with cooing pigeon birds munching away at crumbling bread. Helga is singing in an opera voice sitting beside me . Insolent Fool, This slave of fashion, Basking in your glory, Ignorant fool, this brave young suitor, Sharing in my triumph Angel I hear you speak, I listen, Stay by my side, Guide me. Angel my soul was weak, Forgive me Enter at last, Master Flattering child you shall know me, See why in shadow I hide, Look at your face in the mirror, I am there inside. Angel of music, guide and guardian, grant to me your glory, Angel of music, hide no longer, Come to me strange angel... I am your angel of music come to me angel of music I am your angel of music come to me angel of music Her voice is thick and beautiful. I smile as I intently listen gasping as her lovely voice hits the high notes with perfection. Then I hear a loud cooing and then I realize that as I was listening too Helga’s vivid vocals that a bird was pecking lightly at my “structured” (or so my mom calls it , I call it long and pointed) nose. Helga stops and five minutes later and I hear nothing. Cooing and Opera is replaced by sweet silence and wind whistling in my ear. After at least an hour of idiocy and delusion , I realize that Helga left me. By the way she’s also the only one I have left , my parents died at age ten from a car wreck and now I’m an unawkward age 15. A couple minutes later I smell salt on my face and realize I’ve been crying. I stand up and start walking hearing my converse rub on the pavement. I run into a man with delicious smelling colon. I cant tell what he would look like but I imagine he would look very special. “Excuse me , I’m really clumsy “ , he says in an American accent laughing. “Um its fine , I’m blind if you did not notice , and I was wondering if you would be my mate because I’ve never had one before” , I say extending my hand straight as a ruler. “Yah totally” , he says in a cheerful voice.
Posted on: Thu, 04 Jul 2013 02:55:25 +0000
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