Chapter 1

A girl walked through the crowded streets. Today was December 10th. I was the Christmas parade. She was a little surprised that this crappy town was having a parade. But she was heading the opposite direction of the parade.

Her hands tilted in front of her only a little bit. She didn’t want to run into anything.

She made her way to a neighborhood. Very crappy its self. She found her way to house number 775. She found the small porch and stepped on one of it’s small rails. She climbed up to the overhang and stood in front of the window located above it. She tapped on it.

Todd Casil, used be to known as Squee, now seventeen, opened the window and smiled. He grabbed her arm and pulled her gently in.

“Ivy,” he said warmly hugging his girlfriend. “You climbed through the window this time so that means-” “Yes Todd. I’ll stay for the night,” she said. “Ivy I still think it’s dangerous for you to travel all the way form town to here and climbing on my roof in your condition.” “I am perfectly fine,” she said, “I’ve have been like this since I was two. I have had fifteen years of practice getting around,’ she said. He glanced at her. Only once. She had black hair. It was a bit curly and it went a little past her shoulders. Her skin was pale. A light ivory.

Funny that was her name. But he had always called her Ivy.

Her yes were light blue covered in a thin layer of white. True. She was blind. But he could care less, but sometimes he scolded her.

She tugged off her converses and stood. “Hmmm,” she said. “What is it?” he asked. “I still hate your carpet,” she mumbled. He laughed. “Ugh it feels so weird! And it so hard to feel any vibrations,” she said. “Fine give me some money and I’ll replace it with hard wood,” he said. “ All right smart ass,” she said sitting on his bed.

“So what made you decide to stay?’ he asked. She bit her lip. “Um well maybe this time I just wanted too,” she said. “Liar,” he said. “I wasn’t happy ok,” she admitted, “My mom won’t talk to me.” He mother drank. A lot.

She sat on the floor now. Squee was downstairs for supper. His parents didn’t know about her. She felt up under his bed. She felt something soft. She pulled it out and realized what it was. She pulled it in her arms. “It’s a bear,” she said. She rubbed her fingers over it’s torso and frowned. It was rough and she could feel the thick thread that it had been sown back up with.

She shoved it back up under his bed. She thought she heard it whisper.

She was now asleep on Squee’s bed. He was beside her asleep too.

Johnny flew through the streets. He flew. Way over the speed limit.

He parked in his drive way. He was about to enter his house when he noticed Squee’s.

He walked over to it and went to his window. He peeked inside and saw Ivy and Squee asleep. Well he barley saw Ivy since she was covered with covered. All he saw was the side of her face and her dark hair. “Hmm. Looks like Squeegee has a new friend,” he whispered.

Ivy woke up. It was daylight. She touched Squee’s face. “ I have to go now,” she whispered in his ear. He mumbled something and remained asleep.

She climb out the window and into the rain. She jumped down from the overhang.

She walked in the rain heading in the direction of the main part of the city. She didn’t mind getting soaked. She liked the rain. It felt so cool against her skin.

She walked to a sidewalk.

“Wait. Isn’t this fifth street?” she asked herself. She found a pedestrian and tugged on his arm. “Which way is fifth street?” she asked. He grumbled something and walked away from her.

She grabbed another one’s arm. “Excuse me but which way is-” “Let go of me freak!” the woman exclaimed as she walked away. “Great,” Ivy mumbled. “I’m lost.”

She stumbled around until she found a street light and clung to it. A man walked up to her and grabbed her shirt. “Give me all your money,” he commanded. “I’m sorry. I don’t have any,’ she said. “A pretty girl like shouldn’t lie,” said trying to drag her away. “Stop!” she exclaimed as she tugged away.

She bust out running trying to get away. Then suddenly she slammed into someone and fell on her back. “Ow,” someone mumbled. “I I’m sorry,’ she said as she grabbed them pulling herself up. She clutch the man’s arm whimpering from the pain of the encounter with the concrete. Then suddenly she felt a sharp pain enter her shoulder. She didn’t know that the man had stabbed her. She didn’t know that that man was Johnny C.

She woke up. Her hands in shackles. He tugged at them. “W what?” She stopped tugging and sat still. She breathed slowly ignoring the pain in her shoulder.

She waited. For anything.

She heard stomping down a stair case. Roaring down it.

She shook with fear.

Johnny continued down the staircases and on to the next one and the next. When he got down there he stood in front of her. He frowned. Her head aimed at the floor with her hair matted to it.

“Watch where you are going,” he said coldly. She bit her lip. “And then you grabbed my arm and squeezed it. I hate being touched,” he continued. He walked over to a table. He examined all the weapons. He grabbed two knifes and started sharpening them against each other.

“ I’m sorry,” she mumbled. “Too late for that!” he snarled. “I didn’t mean too!” “Oh sure. Now you plead,” he said referring to her silence only a minute ago. “You don’t get it do you?” she said cocking her head up. “Can you see it? See me?” she asked. Her head turning. He raised his right eyebrow. “See you,” he said. She turned her head up so he could see her. Her eyes. “Blindness,” she said. “No excuse. Pretty stupid for a blind girl to be running,’ he said waving his hand in front of her eyes on purpose. She made no reaction to them but this. “I know your waving her hand in front of me,” she said. He bent down. “Sorry. It was stupid. In your eyes. I was about to be mugged. The man was grabbing my arm. My first instinct was to run,” she said. “So,” he said. “So sorry that I ran into you, but I was scared. Sorry I touched you too. But I couldn’t get up. Blind ,” she said coolly. “Did the man have a gun?” he asked. “I don’t know I can’t see!” she said. The was one of first times she spoke of her blindness. Or used as an excuse so much. “Was he shoving a fucking gun to your fucking little head?” he yelled. “I guess not. I didn’t feel anything,” she responded scratching her cheek with a shackled hand. “So you were scared huh?’ he asked. “Yes I was,” she said sheepishly. “So your calm now huh?” he asked. “Yes I guess,’ she said. “so you were more afraid than a guy that didn’t even have a gun trying to mug you than you are now of a Physco man with a various supply of weapons, including a wooden spoon, heh , about to end your very life as we speak?!” he shouted into her face. “Yes. I guess I am,” she said. He shook his head. “I’ll be back in an hour,” he said stomping up the stairs.