“NO!” “Stop the car!” I faintly heard my mom scream. The music from the headphones in my ears suddenly stopped as the car went flying over another and landed with a loud, “THUD!” Pieces of glass flew everywhere, and my world became a blur. The last thing I saw was my beautiful mom, with tears coming down her face, but making no sound. She was looking directly at me, and I blacked out.
     I felt like the sun had stopped shining when I woke up, two weeks later. “What happened? I can’t see anything! Where’s my mom? Is she okay? What day is it? Somebody say something, please!” I couldn’t understand what was happening. A warm hand touched mine and I calmed down. The soothing touch felt familiar, somehow. I felt soft wrinkles on the palm, and realized that it was my Grandma. I couldn’t see her, or anything in fact, but her presence made the room more lively. I must have seemed worried, so she said, “Calm down child, I’m here now. Everything going to be okay.” Her voice was the tiniest bit shaky, and I could sense that her face was in tears.
     “What happened Grandma? Are you okay?”
     “Yes, child, I’m okay.”
     I heard her sniffle a little, and heard her jacket ruffle. Probably to wipe the tears, I thought. “Where’s mom?” I asked.
     “She’s…”
     “She’s what?”
     “I don’t know how to put this, Sara, so I’ll come out clean. Your mother, is dead.”
     I felt as if my heart stopped beating. My long, deep breaths were now short and quick. I started sweating. “No! This can’t be? They could’ve done something!” I yelled. “THEY COULD’VE DONE SOMETHING!” My body heat rose up and I started shaking really bad. I got really scared, and my dark world was spiraling. My mind blacked out again, making me unconscious.
     “I told you not to give her such sudden news.”
     “I couldn’t lie to her, I just couldn’t.”
     I could faintly hear my grandma sobbing. I didn’t know what to do. My mom was gone, and so was my eyesight. My grandma was very upset, and I didn’t know what could make my life worse. Thankfully for me, the doctor came in and took my thoughts away.
     “Well Sara, I have good news and bad news. Which should I tell you first?”
     “The good news.” I didn’t need anymore sadness in my life.
     “Okay, the good news is that your body will be good and going within a matter of days. The bad news, however……”
     Stop stalling, I thought in my head. I slightly nodded my head, to give him a boost. My head throbbed as a nodded, and it was getting worse.
     “Sara, I’m sorry I have to be the one to say this. You’re blind.”
     “What?”
     “I am so sorry Sara.”
     “Wait, there must be a way to fix this. I’ve heard many stories where people go through surgery.”
     “We can’t in your case. A piece of glass from the car’s window cut deep, Sara. It cut so deep that the damage is unrepairable. I’m sorry, once again.”
     This can’t be. I won’t be able to see anyone, anything, ever again. I couldn’t see my mom’s picture ever again.The light in my eyes will be dimmed forever. This can’t be. This can’t be. I started throwing myself around, and I broke a couple of vases. Can’t blame me, I’m freaking blind. Glass shattered everywhere, and some of the deep gashes from the original accident reopened.
     “Someone calm her down!” the doctor said, “take her to the mental hospital!”
     Is he for real? The doctor is supposed to be the one helping me. Instead, he was standing screaming. I got my body to stop squirming. I was lying down in an awkward position on the cold, tile floor. The pain on my face, neck, and anywhere the glass cut was barely noticeable. All that was running in my brain were images of my mom, smiling, telling me to let my sorrows go. Hot tears streamed down my face as I curled up into a ball on the floor.
I think the others might be scared I’ll have a fit again, so I was left in peace. I closed my eyes and cried myself to sleep.
     I opened my eyes to find myself on a soft, comfy bed. I know I’m blind and this may sound weird, but I could see my mom. She was in a pitch black world, all I could see was her reaching out her hand. I leaned forward to grab it, and she wisped away leaving me to my darkness. My hand dropped on to the bed, and I started crying again. Except this time, loud sobs came instead of quiet tears. I sat there bawling my eyes out. Why would this happen to me? Why me? What did I do wrong? Actually, what did my mom do wrong? She should’ve lived. After all, she serves a purpose in the world, being a doctor, unlike me. I heard the door open and turned my head to where I assumed the door was. I must’ve turned the wrong way because Grandma asked me why I was staring at the wall. I actually wasn’t, because how can I? I’m blind. I felt a weight come down on my bed and knew that she was sitting next to me.
     “It’s ok, child. Hush……”
      Her soothing voice calmed me down and I stopped crying.
     “We need to think about putting you in a school,” she said, “for blind girls. They’ll teach you to be independent without bumping or falling.”
     “I guess so.”
     “I think I can figure out when you’re strong enough to be admitted. I’m thinking about a school where you can stay so you’ll have more support. There’ll be friends to take care of you.”
     “You’re… You’re thinking of sending me away?”
     The last thing I need is to stay far from any traces of family. How could she think that sending me away will help?
     “No honey… well actually… if you put it that way it sounds bad. Why don’t we put it as-”
“There is no good way to put it!” I yelled. I honestly don’t want her to be in my room right now so I pretended to fall asleep.