I am so excited right now. My brother is coming home from college for the summer. I haven’t seen him since my birthday at the beginning of April. It is now almost the end of May.

He sent me and mom a letter a week ago. He said that he is bringing a good friend of his with him. His name is Frank and he is a year younger than Mikey.

Of course I didn’t read it. I can’t read. Well, I can, just not letters. I’ve been blind since I was three. I don’t know how it happened, and neither do the doctors. But I am perfectly fine with that.

My mom is in the kitchen cooking for their arrival. She’s making Mikey’s favorite; veggie pizza. I haven’t had it in forever.

I got up off the couch and made my way into the kitchen. I’ve lived in this house so long I know where everything was. Being blind, you have to learn to rely on your other senses, and not just your eye sight.

“Hey ma, when’s Mikey suppost to show?” I asked as I sat down at the table.

“His plane landed at five and its almost six now. They should be here any minute.” Almost as soon as she said that, I heard two car doors slam. I knew that they were taking a cab from the airport. I heard it pull away a moment later. I have very good hearing.

“They’re here,” I said, “You go get them; I’ll get the table ready.”

I could hear her walk over to me, and she put her hand on my shoulder and kissed my cheek. Yes, I may be twenty-two, but I still love (and live with) my mother.

As I heard her footsteps leave the room, I got up off the chair and made my way over to where the cabinets were. I stopped when I felt the cool surface of the counter. I reached up and grabbed the handle and pulled the door open. I counted four plates and glasses, and placed them on the table.

I went to the drawer with the silverware, and grabbed some forks. I set the table and made my way into the living room.

“Gerard,” I heard Mikey say. He walked over to me and gave me a hug.

“Hey Mikes, it’s good to see you. And stop waving your hand in front of my face,” I told him. He always did that, and it annoyed the crap out of me.

“You know me too well, Gee,” he said. “I want you to meet Frank.” I heard his soft footsteps on the carpet as he walked over to me.

“Hello,” he said.

“Hi. I’m Gerard,” I held out my hand for him to shake it. I felt his hand in mine as he introduced himself.

“I’m Frank,” he said.

“Oh! Where’s Kitty?” Mikey asked. Kitty is my guide dog. I got her when I was fourteen because at that time I was doing more things on my own. She’s a black lab and she just turned eleven. She’s getting old but she’s still the best dog a guy could have.

“She’s outside. I’ll go get her.” I said. I turned around and made my way back into the kitchen. There’s a door that leads to the backyard where she stays most of the time. She loves the outdoors.

I opened the door and stood out on the porch. I felt someone standing next to me; I just assumed it was Mikey.

“She’s pretty,” I heard. I knew that voice wasn’t Mikey. It was Frank.

“Thanks,” I said. “Kit!” I heard the squeaking of her toy stop and she scampered over to us.

I got down on my knees so I was at her level. She put her nose in my face to tell me that she was there. I petted her head and I noticed her attention shifted to Frank. I heard him get down on his knees too so he was right beside me. I started to rub her stomach and she lied on her back.

“Give me your hand,” I said to him. I felt him place his hand in mine. I brought it to her stomach and started moving it up and down her chest.

“She loves this,” I said to him.

“She’s really soft,” I heard him say. I could tell he was smiling.

“She keeps you warm at night too. After my dad died, she would always stay in bed with me. She would go back and forth between me and Mikey’s bed, keeping us company,” I could tell he was smiling at me. I could always tell when people were looking at me. It was like my sixth sense.

“You have very beautiful eyes,” he said in almost a whisper. I could feel myself blushing.
“I’m sorry. Was that…”


“No,” I said with a laugh. “Thanks.”

“You guy’s gonna eat?” I heard from behind us. That was Mikey’s voice.
Frank took his hand out of mine; I knew Mikey was staring at us. I stood up and ushered Frank inside. Kitty followed me inside and I guess she went to her usual spot, right in front of the oven. I know that because I've tripped over her so many times it isn't even funny. I sat down at the table and I think it was Frank who sat down beside me.

Notes

I wrote this story a long time ago, so it's kind of crap writing, but it's still one of my favorites. Enjoy. :))

Title by Avenged Sevenfold.

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