The sound of forks and knives scraping upon the chinaware echoes through the dinning room. Chewing noises came from all sides, making me cringe a little.

"So how was your day?" My mother speaks, breaking the silence. Her question probably directed to my father or brother.

"Meh." My brother's shoulders crack again as he raises and lowers them. He didn't dare tell mother what I said to him, he wanted to get his own revenge and if he told mother, he too would be punished. "It's was okay, the Leafs lost again." He sighs loudly, his seat lets out a 'humpf' as he leans back into it.

"How about you dear?" My mother's voice became cheerful as her mouth twists into a grin.

"It was like yesterday, nothing really happened. How was your day though? Did the visit to the hospital prove alright? Does she need an amputee?" He asks in a laid back, monotone voice, his knife gliding smoothly upon his plate as he cuts into his steak.

I look down at my plate, yet I see nothing. I impale some green beans with my fork and lift them to my mouth as my mother recounts the events at the hospital, though she leaves out the part where I called her and the doctor blind.

"No. She just needs to take a few more pills." My mother's chair squeaks as she leans back and her arms clasp together as she folds them over her chest. "Thank God for free health care." She mutter lowly under her breath.

"Ah." A slight breeze blows past me as my father nods his head. "So no amputee. Got it." His fork scrapes against the plate again before he plops another bite of steak into his mouth and begins to chew ever so loudly.

"But I heard some good news on the radio while making dinner." My mother's voice seems to be more cheerful.

"Oh?" My father's annoying chewing stops and his cutlery clinks against the plate as he puts them down. "Care to share?"

"I was getting there." A slight growl coats her tone, the chair creaking as she adjusts her position on the chair. "Apparently some scientists in Toronto have discovered a cure for blindness."

A what now?

"Oh that's fantastic!" My father's voice rises to a higher octave, sounding quite cheerful and contempt.

"Indeed." The sound of my mother's voice waivers as she nods, her hanging earrings jingling on either side of her head. "And they're paying the first twenty patients two hundred dollars to get it."

"Oh wow. That's incredible." My father voice raises even higher. "So when are you going to get it?" His voice becomes directed at me and suddenly I feel like they're all watching me.

"I dunno." I shrug, poking my fork into the heap of mash potatoes on my plate. "Do you know the success rate?" I ask, "I mean, I don't want to get it just to have it be a hoax and turn me into a half blind freak." I try to reply with responses that I think my parents would approve of, test case study or just a promotion, something smells fishy.

"I think the people on the radio said it was a ninety-five percent success rate."  My mother replies sweetly, still wanting me to take the risk. I shake my head from side to side with disagreement.

"That's still a five percent chance of it failing." I place my fork down on the side of my plate. "I want to see just as much you do," I lie, "but I'd rather wait until it's at a one hundred percent success rate. That way I can be assured that I will finally be normal." I try hard to keep my cringe hidden, a part of me was surprised that my parents were eating up all the garbage that I was spewing out at them.

"Eh. That's understandable." The chair my father sits upon exhales a gust of air as he lounges back into it. "But when it does get to a one hundred percent success rate,"

Which it probably won't.

"Will you want us to come with you to get it?" My father's voice is soft and supportive as he asks his question. I put on a smile and I nod my head to tell him 'yes'.

"Then we can get ice cream together," my brother pipes in. He was so quiet, I completely forgot he was still here. "Too bad you'll see me when I steal your ice cream." He mumbles lowly, my parents didn't yell at him so they probably didn't hear what he said. I lightly sigh and push my plate forwards.

"May I please be excused? I'm quite tired after the day I've had and I would like to go to sleep at a decent time to be well rested for work tomorrow morning." I ask in a polite manner while folding my napkin back into a nicely folded triangle.

"You may," my mother replies with a similar tone to mine and I flash a warm smile her way.

"Thank you." I push against the floor and my chair calmly coos as it glides gracefully across the wooden maple floor. I grip onto the corner of the table as I stand, I then proudly make my way to my room.

Upon reaching my room, I enter in and I close my door gently behind me. I make sure to completely lock my door before I then proceed onto my heavenly carpet of fluff. This time I crawl onto my bed instead of leaping onto it, surly they'd hear me and come to investigate. I curl up tightly under my covers before reaching for my secret phone that I hid under my mattress.

My hand grabs it and I pull it out from under my mattress. You're finally free again. I truly smile as I flip open the phone and begin to dial Jay's number again. I wonder if he heard the news yet or not."

I patiently wait as the dial tone rings, waiting for Jay to answer.

"Yellow~cheerio." Jay's voice rings out from the other side of the line and I smile cheekily.

"You changed your pick up line." I reply with a cheery tone, my smile wide.

"Yeah, I figured it was about time I change it...anyways...have you heard the great news?" He replies back with an even more exciting tone.

"Yeah, but I wouldn't necessarily call it great." I twirl my finger through my hair, spinning the strands around at a slow pace.

"What isn't great about it?" He questions, "you get paid two hundred dollars to potentially see again." Again. Right.

"Don't you think it's a bit sketchy?" I raise my left brow and I roll over onto my back.

"I dunno, maybe." I can hear the uncertainty in his voice. "But Brenna, you know I need the money. And if I can see again, maybe. Just maybe, my family will let me move back in with them." I felt for Jay, I still don't understand why a parent would kick their child out of the house, just because they were different. But then, I guess I'm just one of the lucky ones.

"We can only hope." My smile waivers, I'm not sure how I should feel knowing that something bad could potentially happen to Jay. But then, I want to see him truly happy again, and being accepted by his family would definitely do that for him.

"I'm guessing you're not going to sign up with me?" His voice snaps me out of my thoughts.

"Yeah, sorry. I hope you'll be alright going on your own." I apologize, "just remember not to forget about us little people when you're all high and mighty with that ability of sight." I laugh warm heartedly.

"Oh, I don't know about that," he responds in a manner that doesn't sound like a joke, but I know him, and I know how he jokes. "I might just remember everyone and forget you." He holds the tone for about twenty seconds before bursting with laughter.

"Psht, you know you could never forget me. I'm too awesome for that to happen." I hear his laughter from the other side of the call, and I begin to wonder how him being able to see will change him. For I know in my heart, that once he is infected by the cure, he'll never be the same Jay I know, nor the same Jay I love more than my own family.

"There's only one problem," his tone falls flat, "I might be a little late to the Dye-a-thon."

"Like, how late is a little late?"

"Like, so late that I'll have to miss the entire thing this year, little late." I can hear his sheepishly cheeky smile crack open through his quick paced reply.

"Oh no!" I cry out in a whine like high pitched tone, "Boo's gonna be so upset if you don't show up!" I tease, I know he knows I'm teasing him too.

"Yeah, but that's why you're still going, right?" His voice drags me in and I bite my lip a little.

"Well...," I hang on the 'L' for a bit, trying to make him sweat a little. "I guess I gotta now." I tease him again.

"Thanks Brenna, you're the best blind friend ever!"

"BBF's forever!" We laugh together, "ah, look at that time. I must be off to sleep. Work has me booked all day tomorrow and I can't keep them waiting." I say in a moderately serious tone, still joking around.

"Alright, I guess I'll see you on Saturday?" He replies and I laugh, though my heart aches a little atvthe comment.

"Yeah, I guess you will." I pause, "bye."

"Byyyeeeee." This time he hangs up on me. I turn the phone off and slip it back under the mattress. I lay in silence before I eventually fall asleep.