{fleeing nightmares} OPEN

I have been asked if blind people can dream in picture. It was not the first time, it was actually common. 'No' was the expected answer, but I do dream. I remember things, things from when I was very little, or the Reaping days before I went blind. I can dream up my mother, but when I wake up, she has slipped through my fingers all over again. When I am awake, I remember nearly nothing from before that hell, the place with no light, no sound, no one to touch. I forgot what it felt like to be touched, even to just to be hit or kicked. Back then, I would have lost a limb for the opportunity to hear, see, or touch. Now? I just need to get away from this crowd.

The women at the community home told me to always follow sound if I was lost, but right now, I was leaving it. Moving in whatever direction was quieter than the last. Sound almost hurt my ears, like nails on a chalkboard. In a rush, the cover slips, and a flash of white burns into my pupils. For a few moments, I am caught in the agony, until it is slid back up and I can walk again, recovering from the hot stabbing.

Carefully my feet slide one in front of the other, feeling first for obstacles or people. My hands slide against the buildings on my left, perhaps cutting them from time to time. Recovering memories of my mother is impossible during the day. Did she have brown hair? Or red, or blonde? Or was her hair black, like mine? What color were her eyes? Was she muscular? I had been given a picture of her, but I cannot look at it. I imagine a beautiful woman. She has pale blue eyes, long blonde hair, and skin smooth and clear.

I begin to lose the crowd, and eventually I get to my favorite part, the part where I am lost. It gives me a sense of familiarity, not knowing where I am. I was so used to dark, quiet, and lonely, it became more of a comfort zone. Finding my way back would be a problem to solve later, not now. Some places in this area are warmer than others, and I begin to wonder where I have wandered off to. The only thing that really mattered to me, though, was that I looked like I was wandering around with a blindfold on, not blind and lost. Most of the time I was very good at it.

I stop in the middle of one of these warm spots, and move away from the wall a few feet. Nothing, so I keep moving forward until something bumps into my thigh. I reach down, and feel a bench, but then something comes down on my hands and I startle. My hands dart away and I pull them close to my body. I consider taking off the cover and looking in the person's direction who had sat on my hand, but I revoke the thought when I remember I am in a patch of warm. This meant sun. This meant there were little rays of anger just dying to stab my eyes.

So instead, I force a laugh and put my finger under the cover, pulling it up a little bit so the sun does not reach my eyes. I open the eye that was showing and stare in the direction I guessed the person was in. Then I blink. Little white, black, and grey spots wiggle in front of my eyes, completely blocking what is really in front of me. I struggle to keep my eye steady, and looking in the same spot. "Sorry, I'm... trying to find my... little sister." What else can make this more convincing? "Have you seen a short, blonde haired girl running around?"



(OOC: Yeah, this is my first post with this character too )