I can't see but everything else works. It just happened too. I was a pretty little thing, guys liked me, girls hated me, and most tolerated me. No need to tell you my past, I'll just give you a synopsis of how I became blind. I was in the park with my ex-best friend. My eyes where tired and itchy from all the studying and my glasses. She gave me some eye drops, it was acid. Thought it felt weird. Here I am getting discharged from the hospital a month later. Mainly for my sanity.
I can hear my mother talking to the doctor. Something about surgery, I don't care. I've always hated the dark but now I'm in it 24/7. I know I'm near the window, I can feel the warm sun. I can't wait to get out of here. I hate is a strong word but i really really dont like you the smell of latex and the sound of beeping machines. They have me in a wheelchair for now. When the acid was in my eyes, I ran around and fell down the stairs.
"Hey, Poppy," a familiar voice said shyly to my left. It's my ex-best friend, Delilah. I can feel a smirk forming from my lips. I gave her the fakest smile. She told me someone must've put that eye drop in her bag. That she would never hurt me, that I'm her best friend, she loved me like a sister. I told her I forgive her.
Mother and Delilah greet each other and I can tell Delilah is behind me, pushing me, while my mother was in front of me. I know it's her behind me, you can't ever forget the smell of a snake. My mother smells like roses, everything else is a hint of shit. Delilah is sleeping over tonight. She's going to help me get situated at home. I don't need help, I've been blindly walking around my home with my face buried in my phone. I want her to help me though.
The ride was weird. Like riding a slow rollercoaster in the dark. Every left or right turn felt like I was going in a circle. I cracked the window so I can hear and smell around me. Fresh air. I stick my hand out slightly to feel the wind between my hands. The feeling of the warm sun and the wind gently pushing my hand felt nice. I hear the birds chirping and I can smell the tacos cooking close by. At a light I can hear the chopping of the meat, the sizzle of fat and meat hitting the grill. The laughter and chatter of people talking close by.
"Almost home," my mother said suddenly, "what would you like to eat, sweetie?" "Pizza," I said in a monotone voice. Once we got home, Delilah helped me out. I can walk, just not that far. She wrapped her arm around my waist and held my other hand. Her hand is warm but sweaty, I grazed my thumb over her thumb and I felt a scar. I smiled. We got situated, my mother helped me take a bath and get dressed. Delilah was getting the air mattress ready yo set up in my room.
Dinner was nice, we all talked like we haven't seen each other for years. I can smell the wine in my mothers breath and I can feel Delilah's greasy hand on mine. She was guiding my hand to my cup of soda. After dinner Delilah helped me to my room, mother went to her's. She drank a lot, sounded like she had the whole bottle. I counted the steps from my bed to the air mattress on the floor, 12 exactly.
"Poppy," Delilah yelled as she ran to the room, "be careful." She held my hand as she lead me to bed. I couldn't help but smile. "Thank you," I said with a happy tune. Her hands are still all wet, not sure if it's the water or her sweat. We chatted a bit, and soon it was lights out.
I'm just lying there listening to her breathing. I can hear her chest rising, then falling, her nails lightly grazing the mattress, and then her snoring. She was finally in a deep sleep, she's a very heavy sleeper. She also sleeps with her mouth open. I slipped out of bed quietly, rushed to the bathroom. I went to my little hiding spot where I hide my pills and other things. I feel around and I find what I'm looking for. I tiptoe my way back to my bed, count my steps to 12, and feel around for her breath. As soon as she breaths in deep I dropped a few drops of the good stuff. It's called drips, it's LSD mixed with a little extra. One is enough for a good high. Two is great for a rave. Three is for the crazies. The closer you get to seven, the closer you get to heaven. The thing is, I can't see. I don't know much I gave her. I can hear her body spazzing, I can hear the foam in her mouth , her wrist hitting my bed frame, she's coughing and and reaching out for me. I'm in bed, listing to her asking for help, I smile a little.
"Why," she's croaking, "why did you do this Poppy?!" I took a deep breath, I thought about it. I really didn't have a real answer. But before I could say anything, everything went quite.
The next day, my mom walked in, found my mess and screamed. Cops came, Delilah's family came and they asked me questions. One cop actually asked if I saw anything, I smiled lightly. They found the container of drips, I used gloves, it's all her fingerprints. They said she took to much, that she pressed too hard and she drank the whole bottle. She took my eyes, so I took her life.