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yea, hi. not what im working on but i really like this.

John's POV

I wake up groggily, throwing my covers over my head. What can I say, I'm not a morning person.

I didn't open my eyes. There's no real point. Nothing is going to change. It's all black, eyes open or eyes closed.

It has been like this, for two whole years. No one on earth have seen for two years. It was a disease at first, but no one knew what started it, or what spread it. It spread like wild fire though, jumping from country to country, taking everyone's sight. No cure, no symptoms, other than your sight just gone.

I remember the day exactly. It was a Thursday, and I had school. And I woke up. And I opened my eyes. And nothing changed. I was terrified. I cried for ages. Didn't go to school for a week. But soon everyone in the state had it. And everyone in the country.

It took everyone's sight before they could even name the disease.

It's called The Great Blinding now. It only took 2 months to get everyone in the world. 2 months.

Show's how crappy we are as a species, doesn't it?

All babies born now are blind. They wont know any other way. It's sad. They won't know what their partner looks like, or what they even look like. What colours are, what trees are, its...

It's too depressing to think about.

I not-so-carefully swing myself out of bed. I am so clumsy and careless, falling over or stubbing my toe doesn't hurt anymore. At all.

I grab some clothes out of my cupboard and throw them on. At least no-one has to worry about what they look like. I wear what I assume to be jeans, a black T-Shirt and a rainbow bracelet. It's not like I could get my ass beat for wearing it now, he's not going to see.

I always go on a walk every morning. I don't really know why. I always did it before. Honestly, I could walk outside in my pyjamas or naked and no one would know. But I feel comfortable in my clothes.

I don't even say anything to anyone, I just step outside. Crime rate is really limited with no one being able to see and all.

I start off the walk, listening hard. It's all I can really do.

It's then I realise I haven't even opened my eyes. So I do, only as I would fall asleep if I kept them shut. I am suddenly hit with a bright light. I stumble backwards, falling over and landing with a thump. I cast a hand up to my eyes, trying to cover the source of the light, before realising it was everywhere.

I shut my eyes again, and am met with the same welcoming nothing. I open them. More bright light, yet I could make out shapes. I squint, and rub my eyes. It hurt, it hurt my head.

I open them again. I can see.

I can see.

I. Can. See.

My vision clears as I blink multiple times. Involuntary tears roll down my cheeks. I bring my knees up to my chest, in shock.

I look around. I could see the bright green of trees, the lush blue of the sky, the welcoming grey of pavements.

My hand flies up to my mouth. But the stupid grin on my face quickly changes to a frown. As marked on trees, buildings, sidewalks, abandoned cars, every available surface, were the words 'DON'T TELL THEM YOU CAN SEE' .

Everywhere I looked, the words were plastered in bright red, highly noticeable, 'DON'T TELL THEM YOU CAN SEE' .

Everywhere my eyes glanced I was met with the same message 'DON'T TELL THEM YOU CAN SEE' .

Everywhere my eyes flittered, I was scorned 'DON'T TELL THEM YOU CAN SEE' .

Everywhere I dared stare, I was met with the same 6 bright red words.

'DON'T TELL THEM YOU CAN SEE' 

I make no sound.

Them? Who would 'them' be? Who can't I tell? Surely I could tell Martha, or Peggy. Or maybe I couldn't tell anyone. Maybe I had to continue as normal.

Suddenly a voice breaks through my thoughts; "Are you alright there? Did you fall?" I turn my head towards the sound.

I haven't seen a person in so long.  I relish the sight of a simple human, though I was always socially awkward. He's an elderly man, his forehead lined with wrinkles, with snowy grey hair and a nice red jumper on, not like he'd know. When my eyes meet his I stifle a gasp.

Instead of a vibrant green, or blue, or brown like I remember, they're a cold, unforgiving, unseeing black. He couldn't see me. He didn't know I could see. And I kinda got the feeling I mustn't give it away. (sarcasm 100)

"Y-Yeah..." I stutter, "I-I just tripped." I give a reassuring smile before realising the uselessness of it. It slips off my face.

He smiles too, but it's a one to himself almost. "Oh, I do that all the time." He says, and his voice is comforting. "Still getting used to this. Are you alright?"

"Y-Yeah I think I'm ok." I reply, pushing myself to my feet, and smiling happily at seeing the rainbow bracket around my wrist.

"Well, stay safe then!" He says cheerily, before hobbling off on his walk.

As vain as it may sound, I first find a shop window and inspect myself. Jeans and a black top. I did my hair hurriedly, embarrassed. It had grown so long in 2 years. And even curlier. It looked... alright. I gaze into my green eyes and glance at the freckles on my face. I quite liked them now. I do look older, and taller, considering I'm 19, not 17.

I continue walking, taking in the sights.

I find it almost unnerving to find those words painted everywhere. 'DON'T TELL THEM YOU CAN SEE' . Yes, well I get the hint now.

The paint is dry, its definitely not freshly new. Who would have painted them on? No-one can see. Well, except me now I suppose. Is there someone else who could see? And did they paint all this? Every one?

My eyes dart up a building, the words painted in huge letters, 'DON'T TELL THEM YOU CAN SEE' 

It must have taken ages. They must have been able too see for some time at least. Which means... is there a cure? Does it wear off? Or am I now some sort of freak of nature? It was almost refreshing to know I wasn't alone. If it was only one person though then the odds of me finding them are... well... ummm... incredibly slim, lets leave it at that.

I continue walking along, deep in thought, scowling slightly. 

I am knocked out if my thought when someone next to me trips. I jump as they give a small squeal. I turn to look at them, asking "Are you ok?" I pause for a second before hastily adding "It sounded like you fell."

I assume it's a he. His hair is long and black, scooped into a ponytail yet it still trails over his face, which was turned away from me.  He's wearing jeans and a purple hoodie. I forgot how much I simply missed just the colour of people's skin. He's slightly on his hands on knees, except it's like his knees collapsed.

His head turns towards me. I take a sharp breath in as I find his eyes a bright almost violet. He look me back directly in my eyes. He could see as well.  

"I'm fine." 

His voice is warm, and has a hint of knowing in it.

I hold my hand out silently, and he looks me up and down and takes my hand, pulling himself to his feet. He doesn't let go of my hand, and leans in. He whispers in a low voice, barley above his breath, so much I have to strain to hear it, as people's hearing increased, being blind and all, "You can see too?"

I nod silently.

"Today?"

I nod again.

He then walks off and starts dragging me somewhere. I stumble over my feet.

i am now unmotivated i hope you enjoyed aha