Draft

Voices. "Is he Stable?" It's like I can almost reach them. " Yes! Yes! He's stable..." They grace my body, but I can't reach out far enough to touch them. "Project Akira will Live..." They haunt me, Every night.

I awoke to my Horrible Alarm Cruelly Beeping at me. I grunted as I pulled one of my soft pillows to my face, Muffling my voice. I hated it. Awakening in the Morning was like a Mythical Zombie rising from the Dead. But Still everyday I managed to get up. I felt the warm heat of the bed drift away as I pulled off the blanket reflecting my body heat. I felt cold. I scratched my White short hair tiredly. I felt around my bed, hit my alarm, then pushed myself up.

All my mornings were dark. I followed my daily routine, Walking in the straight line first to approach my Hair brush. I didn't care about my appearance, I couldn't see it anyway after all. But My mom, dad, friends and teachers care about my appearance. I grasped the brush but it fell on the floor far from my reach. The clank of the Brush hitting the hard wood flooring that covered my room. It echoed in my ears. I fell on my knees and reached for it, I knew where it was. The good things that comes with being blind, or what my mom prefers to call it "Disambiguation" She scolds my father when he calls me blind, she assumes it hurts my feelings. It doesn't one bit, I can except what I am.

  I locked my hold on my brush, I began to feel up to the top of my dresser to push myself up. I heard and analyzed the Door creaking open. It always left a annoying creaking sound when it opened, it irritated my sensitive ears. Dad needs to oil it or something, but I don't ask for much, my family has given me enough. I heard my mother gasp. 'Oh God' I thought. She is always over protective of me, It makes me feel weak and unimportant. She makes me feel weak, just because I'm blind or how she calls it to the medical term "Disambiguation."

"Oh My goodness Akira, Are you okay? Are you hurt? Did you fall?" She squealed as she ran over to aid to me. I sighed. Like, I'm not bleeding. I understand she's very loving and caring, but she can't treat me like a child forever. I always feel surprised towards her actions. I'm adopted, it's not like I'm her real son. I nodded and let her check me for injuries, as I gritted my teeth.

"I just dropped my brush.." I told her as I turned to look at her. She told me She didn't look much older then me, I guess that's one of her good qualities or she wants my image of her to look better. She sighed in relief and I could almost feel her warm smile, Like the atmosphere changed. She Then stood up and lend me a hand. I felt her warm hand and pulled myself up. My heart dropped, I'm going to be late. Still holding the brush I began to brush my hair fast. My mom left the room giggling as if she knew I was in panic, Which I was. I started to Analyze the time I had left. Brush my hair. Done. Shower. Not enough time. Uhh...Breakfast! I'll have to make it quick.. I threw my brush back to my dresser, I missed and it hit the floor but I was in a hurry. I couldn't care less.

 I turned back, walked the end of my bed and quickly got onto my knees feeling under my bed for my bag. Oh No! I finally remembered my mom said she's pack it for me. I then got up and ran carefully but fast, swinging myself around my bedroom door and into the bathroom beside it. Mom told me not to run in the house, because I could fall. But I've lived in this house for 10 years now, I think I know my way around at least a little. I felt the inside of the bathroom, the icy tiles send cold pricks to my finger tips. I reached for my toothbrush, but grabbed the edge of the bathroom mirror. Ugh. "MOM Where is my toothbrush?!?!" I shrieked. I hated not being able to see the toothbrush, I wouldn't know what it looks like anyway.

I hate the idea of brushing my teeth, sometimes I miss my mouth and end up going to school with tooth paste on my lower lip. I often get laughed at by boys, the bigger, stronger ones. Except for Gilbert, he's on the wrestling team, one of the best. Gilbert is one of my Best friends, he's always been kind to me. I love him for that. She yelled back at me that she put it in the drawer. I sighed. I'm blind, what part of that doesn't she understand. I slowly face palmed my head, as I walked out of the bathroom. Whatever, I'll just change. I ran back to my room and put on the clothes my mom laid out for me. She at least she would make my clothes for me.

 " Gil's Here!" My mom yelled from down stairs. I sighed. Sometimes my alarm would wake me up early, sometimes I just couldn't hear it. I would always have the weirdest dreams. After I finished changing I left my room racing down the stairs, I remembered how one time It tripped brutally and sprained my ankle. I then cautiously slowed down and felt the rail. "Glad you decided to stop running" She remarked. For a second she surprised me. I almost slipped. I thought she was packing my lunch or something, but she was standing right beside the end of the rail. jeez. I continued walking down unfreezing myself. I forgot to take my shower but I didn't care. My mom handed me my lunch. She did it for me, I'm guessing she knew I would be late.

My Mom kissed me on the cheek and opened the door for me. I slipped on my Running shoes over my Itchy socks. She Whispered "Love you" into my ear and I smiled. She knew my reply was "Love you too" I didn't talk much. You'd think blind people would talk more but I don't. I hate the echo of my own voice from my sensitive hearing. But I analyze ever glimpse sound I hear. Sometimes it's a pestering thing but often proves to be useful. I knew Gilbert was waiting for me, he'd usually wait for me in the morning. He has help me get to school, It's not that far from here so there's no bus. I could get hurt easily. I waved in an awkward way.

"Hey Akira" He Cheerfully said as he waited for me to lower my hand. He reached over and held my hand with both of his and Giggled. Gilbert was the cheerful type but you wouldn't notice by how he acts. He's stronger then a fit 20 year old. After all he's only 14 like me, but he's just different in a good way. We started Walking to school. Gilbert turned around and paused for a second, I think he was waving good bye to my mom since I heard the door slam when we continued walking. I heaved my bag over my shoulder. Gilbert's hand was warm, It was always warm. I blushed Lightly, Forcing myself not to think that way. We've been friends forever. I always had to hold his hand, I don't mind it but to other people it's an embarrassing thing. I had to hold his hand so he could guide me through the crossings.

 I don't know my way around much but I know that there are two trains, I hear them every night. I used to cover my ears when they would pass by, but I found that the sound was interesting. I attempted to scythe ever sound into me. I used to hate sound, but I learned to love it. It  may annoy me but it's sound, Sound is precious. I may be only able to feel my mother's warm smile and Gilbert's firm hand, But as long as I can hear her kinds words, and hear him giggle.

"Want me to carry that?" He asked Worriedly. I think I can manage to carry my own bag, but I found myself nodding anyway.
 I felt him Smile. I felt the Heaviness weighing me down on my shoulder be relieved as he weighed it onto his shoulder, now carrying two bags. Somehow I knew it felt as light as a feather to him. If it actually would feel heavy for him, I wouldn't let him carry it for me. I'd feel bad about it later.

"Thank you" I whispered. He was Kind, unlike his cousin Kurosaki. Kurosaki would shove me into walls purposely and claim it was an accident, I didn't care. But then he taunted Gilbert for hanging with someone like me, That made me mad. I started to avoid Gilbert after that, I didn't want to be responsible for Gilbert being beat on by him. Gilbert was a good person, I don't know why he would hang out with me anyway. But Gilbert told me that he didn't care what his cousin thought of us, and that he wanted us to be friends forever. That made me blush.

We continued to walk down the path, cars raised by the side walk. Gilbert told me about the land, the grass was always soft and tennis ball green. The side walks were always paved perfectly with a gray more gray then led. The sky would always compete with the ocean, seeking out which one was a better blue. I thought this world was perfect, too perfect. The Sky stayed Blue with even pollution, the grass was green even though no one tended to it, the side walks were old, too old. There would be cracks by now. This World was too perfect. I hate it that way. No flaws, almost like no freedom. No. too much freedom to run amuck.