The car slows to a stop and I hear my mother moving the stick from 'Drive' to 'Park'. The keys jingle as she pulls it from the ignition, the door's handle yawns as she pulls on it and opens the door. A bumphsh sound echoes as she closes the door and then I hear her foot steps near my door.

"Time to get out," my mother opens my door and her hand wraps around my right arm. She yanks me out of the car and drags me to the house. My bare feet scrape against the ground, trying hard to keep up with my mother's pace.

"I'm sorry. Please slow down!" I call out and try to reason with her, but she's made up her mind and continues storming at the same rate.

"Do you know how much you embarrassed me there?" The gravel under her shoes crumble as she spins to face me. "You're painting me to be someone I'm not." She hisses, before I have a chance to respond, she spins back around and flings open the door to the house. The door creaks with detest and my mother swings me into the house. "You know where to go." Her voice threatens as my hands and knees smack against the cold, hard wooden floor.

"Yes." I nod lowly and begin to crawl to the stairs. I know the layout of the house almost as well as I know my name. After taking about ten to fifteen steps, I reach up for the first step of the staircase. My mother's stomps fade away towards the kitchen and I sigh with a little relief. I can hear the tv blaring away near the family room, shouts of sports calls and other sorts are spouted at the tv every few minutes. I guess it is Sunday.

My hands reach the first step and I begin to step my hands up the stairs till I am standing on my feet. With my right hand, I grab onto the railing and prop myself up into a standing position. I then proceed to ascend the stairs like a 'normal' person.

Each step creaks with my weight, every time I climb the stairs I pray silently that it doesn't break underneath me.

Creak.
Creeeaaak.
Crrrreeeeaaak.

My left foot finally reaches the top of the stairs and I sigh with relief. Only a few more steps to my room and I will have gone unnoticed.

Just before I'm able to slip into my room unnoticed, the upper floor's bathroom door creaks open and the sound of moderately heavy footsteps follow.

"Hey shorty, I see you're back from the hospital. Did they have to cut off your leg and replace it with a brand new, less clumsy one?" My older brother's voice rings out and I roll my eyes with unamusment.

"No," I pivot on my heel and face the direction of his voice. "I did not break my leg, I simply tripped on the rug in the living room and bruised my shin." I cross my arms and look at him with an unhappy expression. "There was no reason for mom to take me to the hospital."

"Eh." His shoulders crack as he raises and lowers them, "still better to be safe than sorry."

"Really?" I raise my left eyebrow as I question him. "So if you tripped and fell and only bruised your shin, you would want mom to take you to the hospital?"

"Well no, I'm not blind like you. I would have seen the corner of the rug turned up in the first place and I would have avoided it and not embarrass myself by tripping over it." He laughs, I narrow my eyes at him and spin back around to go to my room.

"Whatever, I'm done with this conversation." I flick my hand back to wave a 'goodbye' to my brother. "Also you need to put the fan on when you're taking a shit, I could smell it as soon as I got out of the car." I reply with exaggeration before entering my room and closing the door quickly, saving myself from whatever wrath my brother was going to do after hearing my comment.

"Oh yeah? Well you should watch where you're going! Wouldn't want you getting hurt, now would we." He yells from the other side of the door before his foot stomps fade away and down the stairs.

"Ugh. Finally I'm alone." I lock my door and then take a couple of steps forwards. My feet step upon the fluffy heaven of my super fluffy rug and I know my bed is only three large steps away.

One. Two. Three. I count in my head, on the third step, I leap into the air in the direction of my bed.

Pwmph.

My body hits the bed and the mattress springs me up into the air a few times before I'm finally settled in it's warm embrace.

I sit up on my bed and pull out my fairly old flip phone from between the mattress and the base of the bed. It can't text, it has no games on it, only for phone calls. And that is all I need it for. I bought it with my own money and even got a data plan for it too, I got it shipped to the house because if I went in person, they would not give it to me without a 'seeing' guide. I was lucky that no one was home when it arrived, it's my little secret, or at least one of them.

I flip the phone open and begin to dial a number.

"Four, one, six." I mumble the numbers as I press the buttons, a dial tone sound beeps at every button pushed. "Six, two, seven." I inhale and exhale trying to remember the last four digits, "two, three..., six, five." I hold the phone to my ear and anxiously await as the phone rings. He had recently changed his number and I wasn't quite sure if I had the right one or not.

...Dooooooooooooooooooo...
...Doooooooooooooooo...
...Doooo-oot

"Hey-o-cheerio!" My best friend's voice rings through from the other side of the line, he was always so goofy and optimistic - which in this world was rare for someone of our kind.

"Hey Jay, how many times are you going to be answering the phone like that?" I chuckle a little, over the phone, one would never expect him to be who he is.

"As many times as it keeps getting that reaction out of you." I can hear a little giggle spring from his voice, "so why'd you call?"

"I got grounded again and I was lonely?" I reply, leaning back into my overly fluffy pillows.

"Oooooo...," he was as childish as usual. "What did you dooooooo?" I can hear a laugh escape his lips and I frown.

"I got mad at my mother because I tripped on the rug in the living room right in front of everyone. So she made a huge deal about it and took me to the hospital. The bloody hospital for Pete's sake! It was only a tiny little bruise!" I raise my voice a little, but not loud enough for anyone downstairs to hear. "And so, they wanted me to use a wheelchair. And when I asked why, it was because I'm blind."

"Oof. You didn't do it did you?" He questions, though he probably knows the answer to it already.

"Of course I did!"

"Brenna...!" He whines through the phone, "how could you accuse the seeing of being blind? You know that's gunna get you in trouble." I can hear him sigh from the other side, and so, I exhale a puff of air too. "Man, you're lucky you're not facing a fine. A grounding is probably the lightest punishment your mother could have given you."

"Yeah... I suppose you're right." I bite onto my bottom lip a little. "I hate when you're right."

"You know I'm always right, right?"

"I still hate it." I stick out my tongue at the phone, making the 'mmmn'ing sound.

"Mmmmnnn!" He mimics, but a little louder.

"Gosh, so competitive."

"It wouldn't be fun if it wasn't." I can hear him chuckle again. "So are you still coming on Saturday? Or is you now being grounded going to be a new excuse?"

"No amount of grounding will keep me from attending the Dye-a-thon at Jake's salon. I need to get this mop on my head tamed anyways." I laugh a little while curling a little clump of hair through my fingers, it felt smooth and probably didn't look that bad, but I still wanted to support my friend.

"Mop? You're blind, you can't see what it looks like." He laughs, this time a little more of a belly laugh than a light chuckle. "I'm glad you're coming, he'll be so happy."

"I can't wait." I smile but it soon fades as heavy stomping ascends the stairs and draw near to my room. "I gotta go now, bye."

"Byeeee-" I hang up the phone before he finishes his long reply, I slip the phone under my mattress as an aggressive pounding yells from the door.

"Brenna!! Mom wants you to come downstairs for dinner!!" My brother shouts loudly before scurrying away when louder.

"Okay." I call back, but it's too late, he had already gone downstairs. I sigh and swing my legs over the side of the bed. "I'll be down in a minute." I mumble even though no one can hear me. I stand up, and then I leave my room and head down stairs.