My name is Callie Norwood , I was your typical 10 year old little girl. I loved playing outside with my friends, going to the mall with my parents, and reading books. I loved reading more than anything else, but my life changed completely December 2nd 2003, when I woke up unable to see. Prior to this date, my eyesight was never the best, but it never occurred to me that I would wake up one day in darkness.
Since that day, 8 years ago, I've learned to function well with being blind. During this time my parents homeschooled me, everything seemed to become less frustrating. Not having to deal with the outside world, just having to stay inside my own comfort zone.
I lay in bed, focusing mostly on my hunger and tiredness. I heard my name being shouted from the bottom of the staircase.
"Callie, dinner time!," My mom called multiple times before I made an attempt to actually get out of bed.
"I'm coming mom!," I shouted back, making my way down the spiral staircase. I knew my way around this house like the back of my hand. I've lived in the same house my whole life, and nothing was ever removed or replaced. Everything always stayed the same. When I reached the end of the staircase, I could hear the voices of my parents chatting back and forth. I followed the voices into the kitchen and I sat down in mu usual seat at the very end of the table. I could feel the steam coming off the food that sat on my plate, I was hungry, but I refused to eat with this awkward silence haunting the room.
"Honey, we need to talk," I heard the calming voice of my mother. I wish I could have been deaf in that exact moment.
"About?" I said bluntly.
"Well, your father and I have been offered good paying jobs in the area, and we are planning on taking the jobs, but this mean, we are not able to continue homeschooling you," She trailed off, her voice ended in a gentle whisper. I knew she didn't want to tell me this, and she knew it was the last thing I wanted to hear, but we needed the money.
"When do I start?" My voice trembled as I fought to hold my tears back.
"Tomorrow," My father said. I heard the slight twist of anger wrapped around his word.
I walked away from the table, tears rolling down my cheeks. I went to bed early that night, because I was to tired to think. All I wanted to do was sleep.
The next morning I was shipped to public school with what my mother called the big kids. The principal walked me through to the whole school at least three times before he acutally sent me to class. When I went to first period, Chemistry my teacher Ms.Woods felt the need to do the whole introduction thing, basically where the teacher embarrasses you in front of the whole class. As I stood in front of twenty or more students, I instantly felt judged. I wondered what they were thinking, or what their facial expressions were. The rest of the day went by fairly quick expect last period English. The teacher told us we were expected to read for fifteen minutes before we started the lesson.
I felt around the table surface in search of a book. I felt the hardcover of a novel. I picked it up, and I opened it up not wanting to look stupid in front of everyone. The book could have been upside and I wouldn't have known. I probably looked so dumb. I heard footsteps approach me me, so I put the book down.
"Would you look at this," I heard the laughing of Zoe Campbell. "No pun intended," She laughed hysterically at me, as did everything else when she started whispering about me. I've hated Zoe Campbell since we were kids, she lived next door and she was a total snob.
"Callie," The teacher whispered, as I reached for my book again. "You know you don't have to do that," I knew she felt sorry for me, I could hear it in her voice. She placed an Ipod in the palm of my hand, and then closed it. I shoved the earphones into my ears; I never turned on the Ipod. I just listened to the laughter of the students, and the whispers. The bell finally rang to go home; it took me at least thirty minutes to find the exit doors. I held my books tightly against my chest as I waited for my mom to come and pick me up. I heard footsteps approaching, but they were too light to be my mothers.
"Who's there?," I called out anxiously.
"Awe, poor Callie," I heard the female voice shout, as the other girls giggled, making baby noises directed towards me. There had to have been at least four or five girls there. One of the girls pushed me to the ground and my books scattered.
"Come and get me Callie, oh wait, you can't see me," They all began laughing again. They all started kicking and punching me. I didn't know why, or who, but all I could focus on was the pain. I heard tires screeching coming down the street, obviously in a hurry. The, silence. There was no sound, the girls were gone, but where was I?
I had awoken in a bed; it was mine, I could tell by the blanket material. I touched my forehead but a bandage covered it. My head pounded, and my body ached in pain. It felt like a giant bruise. I walked to the walk to the bathroom, and reached for some pills. Not to the pain temporarily, but to end it forever. Why me? I never understood. I hated myself for being blind, I never chose this. I'm just so sick of living and forgetting what people and places look like. I want to know what I look like, I at least deserve that. But, i'll never know, and I am really tired of not knowing.
Tears formed, and rushed down my cheeks. My hands shook violently as I dumped the bottle of pills onto the palm of my hand. I leaned my back against the wall, sliding down onto the floor. I was crying so hard I felt like I couldn't breathe. I slid the first pill between my lips, and swallowed. Then the second, third, and finally the eleventh.