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You wake up to the sound of someone knocking frantically on your door. “(y/n)!!” You hear the person say, “(Y/n)! Please let me in!!!” You throw off the covers, run downstairs, and open the door. “Who is it!” you say in a panicked voice, “What’s wrong?!” You feel the person grab your hand and pull you away from your apartment. “We have to leave. Now.” You stumble along behind the person as he runs down the street. “Wh-who are you! Where are you taking me!?” The person stops running. He sighs and squeezes your hand. “Someone put a bomb in your apartment complex.” he says angrily, “I was on my run this morning and I saw a shady guy running away from your complex. I went to go see and I saw the bomb.” he pauses, “I-I tried to help everyone, b-but they wouldn’t listen! I knew you would listen to me.”
You are about to say something, but there’s an ear-splitting sound and you cling to the person. You feel the rubble raining down on your face and arms. You can hear the terrified and agony filled screams of the people from your complex. You sob. It’s awful. You can’t see what’s going on and you’re, for once, glad you can’t. Before you can completely understand what’s going on, you feel the person you were with pick you up bridal style and hurry down the street. You pass out.
{Magical time skip}
When you wake up, you can hear the TV blaring the news station. You decide to listen to what’s going on.
‘An un explained explosion on (street name) is the cause of the deaths of hundreds. It is expected that only a few people survived the awful occurrence, one of which is(full name), the blind girl who lived in the complex with her cousin. She was seen running away with a boy about 5’9 with blond hair and blue eyes at about the age of 19 not 5 minuted before the explosion. People at the apartment complex say that he was going around the complex telling people to get out of the building. They say that they regret the decision of staying. More information about the explosion is still being investigated my the police.This is (news reporter in your area), reporting.’
You sit in stunned silence. You hear a small moan and hand hitting a face. “I wist I could have helped them” Says a familiar voice. You open your eyes, but there’s still the nothing that you’ve grown accustomed to. “Alfred?” You say, startled by how frail you sound. You hear him cut the TV off. “H-hey, (y/n).” You hear him say,”How ya feelin’?” You shrug. “I’ve been better.” you say tying to sound casual.
Silence. More silence. You prop yourself up on the bed that you’ve in and begin to ask Alfred question that had been burning in you from the moment he had spoken to you. “I feel like i’ve met you before. You know, before you hit me in the face with a soccer ball.” You hear the American laugh. “Well yeah.” He says, “We went to the same school. then you just stopped coming.” He laughs nervously, “You were the athletic girl who all the guys liked. Including... well... including me.” You feel your face heat up. “Well...” you say nervously, “I used to like you too... But then I had an accident... and...a-and then I couldn’t...” You can’t continue. just trying to recall your accident that made you blind is too painful.
You feel Alfred take hold of your hands. “What happened, (y/n)?” he asks, all arrogance and joking around gone from his voice. You feel tears welling up in your unseeing, but beautiful (e/c) eyes.
“It was when I was when I was cleaning the hospital’s equipment. I was doing it for some volunteer hours. One of the bottles of cleaner was on a top shelf and I stood on my tippy toes to reach it. My hand slipped and a bottle of bleach spilled into my eyes. I-it was so painful. I remember screaming, crying, rubbing at my eyes to try to get rid of the chemicals. When I woke up, I couldn’t see. I couldn’t go back to school because I was too embarrassed. My parents were ashamed to have a disabled daughter so they left me to my cousin. But... now he/she’s gone and... a-and I don’t know what to do!” By now, you are sobbing, “I have no home, no family, no money, and no friends! I’m hopeless in this world!”
You feel his lips crash agents yours. At first you panic. 'There is some serious stuff going on and I’m kissing a boy!' You think, This isn’t right! This isn’t right! This- this is kinda nice.' You melt into the kiss and hope it never ends. Finally, Alfred pulls away. “I think I still love you.” Alfred says. You touch his face. “I think I still love you too. I need a hero in my life, and I think I just found one.”
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Phew! Finally finished it!!! I’m sorry if i didn’t do as good on this part 2. It’s friday and My mind is dead from school and- yeah I’m pretty much making up excuses. Aaaaaanywho... I hope you enjoy it! Have a lovely day!
Yours truly, Iggy
