(A/N Yeah from now on I'll be doing music instead of pics, sets the mood well I think, also TRIGGER WARNING this one is entirely mental, so if you are sensitive and/or depressed, please don't read, you have been warned. )

He sighed as he looked up again, no longer able to see the stars, let alone a phone, or a book, braille is what he read now. It had taken him awhile, but he could read in braille, he didn't WANT to, but you do what you have to do when you're blind. What hurt the most was that he couldn't play sports anymore, so close to going pro and BAM, suddenly he's down on the floor and, because God must be cruel (Sorry, I am a believer, don't be pissed, it's a story), he hit his head just the right way and with just the right momentum to be permanently blinded. 

The ride home was agonizing, he couldn't tell if they were going the right way, he had taken his sight for granted for so long. His mother talked to him, occasionally she would squeeze his knee and say ¨It'll be fine dear, I promise.¨ But what if it wouldn't be? He was a burden now, he would be getting a seeing eye dog soon, but...where would he go? What would he do? The disabled Olympics? where everyone could pity him? No! There was nowhere for him now. 

Days turned into weeks,there was no dog yet, his mother was getting tired, he knew, tired of her blind son trying to find his way around a house he used to run through when he was little, constantly leaning on walls or stubbing his toe, he could hear the exasperation on her voice and feel the pity and frustration in her hands when she lead him through the house, or helped him pick up his fork when he dropped it. He sat up in bed, he even had trouble getting dressed, he couldn't do anything right. He somehow found a rope in the garage, he made a knot by feel. With difficulty he swung it over a beam by listening to how the rock he had tied at the other end thunked. He got himself ready, his mother found him, hanging awkwardly, he had died in pain, he had died crying, and unable to get himself down. Regret hung heavy in the air. 

(A/N So...I almost cried...if you are depressed, seek help, and, don't let disabilities set you back in life, please, only YOU control your life!)