Novel & Cerita Blind Person Pov

She urges but Egg stood still. "Don, we have a witness." Bonnie's ears perked, her breath hitching. "Fuck" "Help, please." The man laying on the floor pleaded but as soon as the words left his mouth, a gunshot echoed through Bonnie's ears and she jumped. She stood frozen as she heard a voice say softly, "Grab her." "W-what? No, please, please, please. I promise, I didn't see anything. See? I-I have a guide dog. I'm blind." Bonnie cried as she backed away from the footsteps approaching her.

She waves her hands towards the camera and I buy some time to pass my instructions. "Tell Marco to keep an eye on Sarah." I tell N. He gives me a nod and I get out of the car. We are businessmen, not celebrities. I wanted to shout because the lights could be blinding. I am glad that I had my glasses on or they had done the job to take my vision away. Should I consider this to be Walton's level one weapon. Blind people with light's. Wow! they sure are getting creative or I am going crazy. Whom should I blame for this? Lorenzo. No, he is my brother. Then Loneliness nah that sounds depressing.

Arizer asks as he holds my arm "Well I am having a little bit of trouble with my vision." "What do you mean trouble with your vision." "Well it started off as just blurry with black spots and now I can't see anything I am completely blind." "Did you use any magic in the cave?" "Not on purpose, but my wolf night vision was technically working, but I don't know how to turn that off, it just happends automatically." "Well that might be why your eyes are what are affected." Arizer said to me

DIAMOND POV: An old man with sallow skin and red eyes. The details repeat in my head over and over like a mantra, forming a very clear image in my head. It's almost as though I'm really there, like I really did see who this man was. Nana seems to be having the same kind of experience, only with more depth because she actually got to see the man with her own eyes. She's staring at the window, her eyebrows crinkled as confusion steals over her face. It's as though she still doesn't understand what happened, and why it all happened. To be honest, I can't blame her. Even I can't figure it all out.

Veyra POV I can't believe this is happening. Their hands are gripping me, rough and unrelenting. My body is dragged across the floor like I'm nothing. I can't move, and I can't fight. Not with whatever they had shot me with still flooding my system. My vision blurs, and I catch a glimpse of familiar faces. Some look away, too ashamed to watch. Others watch with silent satisfaction, but no one steps forward, and no one helps me.

AVA’S POV. I was washing my hands in the washroom when I heard a strange noise. I turned around, but there was no one else in the washroom, so I shook it off and made my way out of the bathroom. Just as I was coming out of the bathroom, I was attacked by a group of people. I couldn’t see their faces because I was instantly covered with a black bag. I struggled to get out of their embrace, but they were three times stronger than me and seemed to be larger. I struggled to fight with them, but when they placed me on their shoulders, the next thing I knew, I was in a moving car and being taken somewhere. Throughout the ride, my eyes were blindfolded, and I could not see a single thing. The men i

I feel like my hearing is getting stronger and clearer but my vision is getting darker. "Ah...." I said weakly before my surroundings completely darkened and the darkness engulfed me. ••• Third Person's POV The whole tribe was in chaos because of the events. They were almost in disbelief when suddenly a mysterious woman approached them and said that an Elite comrade was being attacked. They don't know the woman because they only see her eyes.

Tears mixed with melting snow trickled into my mouth, the taste salty and bitter. People on the sidewalk started to slow down. "What the hell? She's all dressed up like that and bullying a blind, disabled person?" "Tell me about it. She even slapped away the money someone gave him. That's just low." "Call the cops. Look at that poor blind guy. His hands are bleeding." Their muttering drifted straight into my ears. The fact that someone was standing up for me made me cry even harder. "Nasty lady! Give my money back!"

It is my friend and protector and right now I need it. I now understand how humans who have had doctors cure the blindness they’ve had since birth end up going insane or gouging their eyes out. Some even saying they didn’t feel like the eyes were theirs. It makes perfect sense to me now. People who meet me and learn I’m blind have so much pity in their voices like there’s something wrong with me. THIS is my normal. This is who I am, and I have lived this way perfectly fine for longer than most countries have existed. I don’t need their ableist pity. I was living a happy, healthy, and capable life until someone forced sight upon me, and forced me to see horrors that I never asked to see. Moth

They watched me through the shower glass. I soaped slow. Blind. Exposed. I bent for the soap. And saw it in the drain. Half a contact lens. Blue. Not mine. Not my sister's—hers are brown. Someone else showered here. I stood. Wrapped the towel. Fumbled the tuck. Blind people can't see mirrors. "Your phone," the robot voice said. I reached out. "Where?" "Counter. Left." Wet phone. Cracked screen. I turned on VoiceOver—Siri reading fast, gibberish to them, clear to me.