Blind-a short story,not really.

On a cold night, I walked home after working at McDonald's, as usual. "Another bad day," I said to myself through the thick fog. It was raining like destruction and I was holding my almost-broken, black umbrella. It made me look very gloomy because of its remorseful color. "Wake up, go to work, sleep. Wake up, go to work, sleep. Wake up, go to work, and sleep. What a fascinating life I'm living," I muttered to the path that I was stepping on.

My parents had already gone to heaven because of a car accident and I'm happy for them. Sounds weird huh? But if they’re happy, I’m happy. That’s my life, seeing and feeling happiness. I could still remember. It was March 16, 2003 and the accident took place somewhere at Lakewood Town Center. The night was just like tonight's, cold and slippery. It was their time, so I wasn't really crying. More of happy for them than crying of the loneliness I'll struggle.
At age of seventeen, I stopped my education and started my life. Even though my parents’ dream was for me to go college, they could never afford the money. When I was six years old I was barbaric and didn’t know what I was doing. "I go collage, dat pwumis," I said to them, smiling that stretched to my ears. Smashing expensive furniture, throwing rocks at our cat, Bubbles, not even knowing it was him; and when my dad comes home from work, I would always smell him. His scent that smelled like his old, stinky shoes. Those things would be my dearest desire to-do-things long time ago.

"Five more blocks and I'll be home again," I muttered. At that moment, I felt a sudden burst of frozen air pass through me. My throat and body were like ice and my mind started to reveal a picture that I wasn’t any other kind of picture my eyes would see. An unknown man, standing in front of me, saying, and “you will see again."


I woke up with my eyes looking in every direction it would go, like a puppy lost from its owner in a world full of mysteries. White walls and beds, the beeping of computers and the metal bed that I was laying down. I was still confused. Where am I? I ask myself. Hospital is where you are dummy, my mind answered. When I got into a sitting position, a nurse entered the room and told me that I had passed out on the street and people saw me and they called the hospital immediately. I asked her if she saw the man I saw before I lost consciousness and she replied an apologetic "no".

"You're actually just fine. Your body is just a little strained. Be sure to drink plenty water."

The nurse was beautiful, but somehow not human. Her eyes were kind of dark, empty I would say. Jealousy visited me about her angel-face but I guess that jealousy isn't going to change anything good. As I was smiling at her to let her know that her answer about the unknown man is an ok, the sudden burst of cold air through my body shot at me again. When she saw the Goosebumps on my left arm, she immediately went away to check other patients on the other room and left a warm smile at me. There's something about that nurse that I don't know. Her voice, I heard it before. I shook my head, getting the all the mysterious and stress out of me. I started packing up and went home.

The house, a mountain of growing bills Or THE monster, keep on growing and growing as I come back home every day. I crawled to my squeaky, uncomfortable bed. Too tired to even open my eyes to check the door to see if it was closed or not. I would only see bills, bills, bills, and bills. I looked at my pink clock from my last Christmas and it was 11:56 pm. I could feel 110 pounds of cement on top of me.

There was a bright flash of light that I squeeze my eyes shut. I haven't payed the electricity from last 6 months and there's no one I know that would come here; I must be dreaming.

“Hey, pumpkin.”

Goosebumps came. Is someone there in my dream? Then I realized it from the voice, but almost different.

“Dad? Mom?”
“It's us, sweetheart.”
“Right, baby. Come here.”

Pop's voice was disappearing as he called me to come. I had to run as fast as I could, knowing that I would be slower than my last year of running around at the Steilacoom High School track, like a maniac. As I ran, I notice that the place is white and I’m the only one to appear, fully. There’s something. Something that’s really different about dad’s and mom’s voice. I stopped, not doing anything. I stood motion-less. And then, dark appeared and swallowed the walls around me!
A man, the unknown man! Right th…
“Ahh!” I screamed.
The unknown isn’t a stranger. He’s was grim-reaper! But not exact. Still, very still, I didn’t move a millimeter. His skull, cracked like the vase I broke back in my six year old days. His eyes empty as the place seemed to be. And his weapon, covered in blood that it made my eyes pop-out. Well, not really.
“You are blind I suppose. You don’t know what you are doing right now and tomorrow, am I right?” His voice was strong, more like from a living thirty-one year old man.
“What are you talking about? What do you want from me?” I ask, as my body shakes through looking at his weapon, like I was seeing my own death.
“Hey, pumpkin. Come here baby.”
Shock slapped me. I knew something was wrong with the voices that were calling me so eagerly. The grim-reaper was the one calling me!
“For you to understand, I am not the grim-reaper. I look exactly like one, but I’m not.”
“Then, who are you?”
“You’ll know soon enough,” he spoke as he smiled. Then the background or place was changing, showing memories of mine that I hold dear.
“Your mom and dad want you to be happy,” he started. “I know how difficult your life is continuing …”
Is he stalking me? I asked in my mind
“and still you are blind because of it. Remember this memory of yours?”
A video and pictures appeared beside him. It was when I and mom and dad were going to Canada to visit Aunt Nanny. We were in the car, laughing at dad’s joke that I don’t quite remember.
“Look at how much happiness this pictures has. They want to see that smile again. Your parents know that they had left you in a very early age with no one to protect or watch over you. And they are still very sorry because of that. I am summoned by your parents from heaven. Though, their spirit cannot rest in peace. They are praying to see their only child laugh once more. When I first saw you on the street, I looked into your eyes. And I saw and knew you. I decided to kill you for your eyes were telling me that you have no chance of living. But yet, your parents stopped me.”
Talk about madness, my mind spoke. Still motionless, mountains of question grew in my mind as he speaks. Like, how come you look like a devil if someone summoned you from Heaven?
“Now that I told you their prays, I guess I’m your guardian angel. But not exact. I’m mix of that. I am either going to take your life or let you start your life again. It’s up to your decision.”
“Decision? What kind of decision?” I ask, my heart beating unevenly.
“To pay for the troubles your parents are causing you, you have two choices. These choices are made and agreed by your parents and me. You either want to live in heaven with your parents or start your new life.”

Still confused, I cleared my throat and spoke. “What are you talking about? What do you mean live with them? Their dead; and no such thing as Heaven exist (lied)! Isn’t this just a dream? Get out of my dream, who-ever and what-ever you are!”I shouted the last five words. Ears covered and eyes shut, I prayed for the dream to end.
“Dream or just a dream, it’s reality you are seeing right now. Again, I have been summoned by your parents to do my job and to finish it. Praying, wishing, and hoping that their daughter to laugh some more is you parents’ dream. And again, take this seriously, you can either live with them in Heaven or start again.”
He gave me little time to think about it. Of course I’d rather live with mom and dad than live with a horrible life. So, I guess that’s it.
“My decision is to-
“However, if you live with them, I will take your life away. You are not going to be human again and you won’t be able to fulfill the promise and dream that you made for your parents and for yourself.”
Goosebumps came.
“You don’t have much time to decide. Please hurry or you’ll just wake up with more misery coming.”
I cleared my throat twice and had able to make just a sound. But I gulped it all, wanting to finish this nightmare. Looking and remembering those memories that are all over the place, I made up my mind.
“I want to live.”
He smiled.
“I want to live. I want to fulfill my promise and laugh through my life. I don’t want to see a mountain of bills growing higher and higher as I live! And most of all, I want to know and feel the purpose of life.”
“Very well,” he replied, “you made up your decision and that is it.”
“Huh?” Before I could ask what he meant by ‘that is it’, the same burst of light strike again. And I shut my eyes with a glimpse of the grim-reaper waving good-bye.

When I came to consciousness, I heard momma’s lullaby.
“What’s going on?”
I opened my eyes and saw momma’s and dad’s face, big and red. It was dawn too, morning just came. They were making sounds that I did not understand. But when I was sucking my toes like it was my bottle, I realized that I turned back into a baby again! At that realization, I saw the guardian-grim-reaper saying, “live your life well” and vanished with another smile.
“I bwuess, I batta lap,” I said in a baby language that meant ‘I better laugh’.


The End