Chapter three! So tell me if you like how the story is going so far or if I need to add some more drama, which will come in due time. I'm just building up some things first. What do you guys think of Amanda? Is she the cliche mean girl? Or maybe something different?
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Danton's POV.

I was so excited! Natasha has actually agreed to see the movie with me! I can't wait to tell Jay, he's gonna freak! I looked over at Natasha and examined her face while she wasn't looking, she had blonde hair and blue eyes, sometimes the color changed from blue to green to grey.

Her lips were fuller on the bottom and made a beautiful bow shape, they were beautiful deep pink, her skin was pale, but I thought that was beautiful, it made her pink lips and blue eyes stick out more. She was wearing glasses right now and they looked adorable on her.

They sat a little crooked, but honestly that was hot to me. "So I looked at the movies they're showing and there's Black Widow...." I was cut off by a squeal, "YES!" She looked so excited my heart skipped, I laugh, "Black Widow it is then," I looked back to the road and my pulse spikes.

I lunge over to the passenger side to protect Natasha, and....

3 hours later***

"Dan! Dan! Wake up buddy! Wake up!" I hear a frantic voice buzzing in and out, it sounds so far away, "Dan! Please!" I hear it more clearly now, "Why isn't he waking up?! You're a doctor! Help him!" This time it was much clearer and much louder.

I try to open my eyes, but it seems as if they're glued shut, "Wh-what's going on?" I manage to croak out, "Dan! Buddy! You're in the hospital, you barely made it, the motorcycle hit the windshield and we thought you were dead!" I hear Jay, my best friend, my brother, and he's crying.

"Jay? It's ok, I'm fine, I just can't open my eyes..." Jay breaks out into a sob, "D-Dan...I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry.." "Jay? What's going on?" I hear a nurse call Jay out of the room, then it's silent and the only thing I can hear is distant crying, "Danton Phibbs." A deep voice calls out, "Yes? Are you a doctor? Can you help me? I can't open my eyes."

The man sighs, "I'm sorry Danton, but you won't be able to see, ever again." It feels like a knife just went through my heart, "NO! I-I can't! That can't be! YOU HAVE TO FIX ME!" Tears travel down my face and I reach up to feel them, my tears. My eyes, my vision is gone.

I hear someone rush into the room, "Dan! I'm so sorry!" Jay cries, he takes my shoulders and cries on me. I can't hold back my tears either, so we just sit on the hospital bed, crying. Suddenly a thought comes to my mind, "Jay! Where's Natasha?!" Jay mumbles something under his breath, "What, Jay? Tell me."

"She hasn't woken up yet, you shielded her from most of the wreck, but she's still unresponsive." A sharp pain went through my heart, this is all my fault! "Oh, Man, oh manohmanohman." I put my head in my hands and start to feel tears resurface again. "Hey, Dan, it wasn't your fault. The stupid guy parked his motorcycle practically in the middle of the road!"

I clench my fists, "IT WAS MY FAULT!!!" I scream, all I hear is crying again and I know that it's Jay. "I'm so sorry man, I'm so sorry!" In all the years I've known Jay I'd only heard him cry three times, once was when he found out that Monica wasn't his real mother, the other was when he broke his arm after he crashed on his bike, and the last was when I had gotten so sick two years ago with bronchitis.

And now he's crying because I'll never see again. I'll never be able to play video games with him or practice football which were both horribly bad at, but we had fun anyway. I'll never be able to count the green cars with him in detention when we'd both managed to get ourselves in trouble, and I'll never be able to see Natasha...

I hear someone walk in and they immediately break out sobbing, "MY BABY! My poor poor baby!" My mom, she takes my head in her hands and rubs her fingers across my forehead. "Oh, baby, I'm so sorry!" She holds my head next her neck as she cries and I can smell her signature scent, the smell of brown sugar and cinnamon. "I love you baby, I always will," she mutters into my hair, "I love you too mom."

She cries harder and grips me a little tighter, "oh, baby!" Her shoulders wrack with silent sobs, and her tears are making my forehead wet, I put my arms around her waist and pull her into a tight hug. "Don't worry mom, we'll figure it out," I say, I hate it when my mom cries. "Oh, my brave, wonderful baby! I love you so much!"

There is some footsteps coming a little closer, "I'm very sorry miss, but your son needs rest, he needs time I'm sure." My mom loosens her grip and and then rubs my hair away from my forehead, "I'll be right out Nurse." She complies,but I hear the tight reluctance in her voice, "You as well, young man, I'm sorry."

Jay mutters a "Yes, ma'am" under his breath and starts walking to me. He pulls me into a bone crushing hug and then lets me go, "Love ya man, hang in there." He walks out and then I'm left with the nurse, "I'm going to give you a sedative, it will put you to sleep pretty quickly, so I'll leave once you take this." She makes sure I have the pill in my hand and a water bottle and then steps away.

I put the pill in my mouth and then drown it with water. "I'll be here if you need me, just push this button under your finger here, alright?" I nod my head and then lay back on the pillow, the door shuts and then there's silence. "I was waiting for her to leave, sheesh!"

I jump two feet off my bed and turn my head to the direction of the person. "Who are you?" I mutter out, "Oh, you don't know me too well. We don't talk, but I'd like to be your friend, I'm blind too you see...wait that wasn't supposed to come out like that." The person says and I'm pretty sure it's a girl maybe eight or at the most ten.

She shuffles to my bed and sits down, "What's your name?" I stutter, "h-huh?" She laughs, "it shouldn't be that hard, what. Is. Your. Name?" I find a smile tugging at my lips, "It's-uh Danton, what's yours?" She shuffles a little more on the bed, "my name is Diana, like the goddess." I smile now, "That's a beautiful name, that belongs to a beautiful girl, I'm sure."

She laughs, "How old are you? You sound like a teenager, but I'm not for sure," I can feel the sedative working now and I start to get tired, "I'm seventeen, what about you?" She sighs, "I'm nine, so people are extra gushy with me and treat me like fine china." I laugh, I don't mean to, but it just comes.

She starts laughing too and soon we're both crying messes, we catch our breath after a while and I can feel the air turn a little more serious. "Don't you think it's weird when you cry when you're blind?" She asks me, I take a breath, "Yeah it is," I can feel the tears threatening to spill again, and I think she senses it because she puts her arm around my shoulders.

"I know how it feels man, I cried for a year after it happened to me," I take a sharp breath, "how old were you when it happened?" She takes her arm off me, "I was six, my dad was picking me up from a daycare cuz I had to go there after school, he worked late so thats why I was there."

She pauses and takes a breath, "He was drunk, the caretakers didn't notice, he took my hand and led me to the car and we both got in, he told me not to tell mom he'd picked me up, so I didn't. We were going pretty fast and a cop started to chase after us. He sped up and next thing I know I'm in the hospital with my mom sitting beside me crying her heart out."

Diana starts to cry and I put my arm around her, "My dad didn't make it... my mom and I went to his funeral, but I couldn't see him." I pull her into my lap and let her cry, she takes a shuttering breath and pulls herself up. "Okay, enough crying, I've been like this for three years you'd think I'd be over it by now right?"

I hug her, "You get over it when you darn well feel like getting over it." She punches my shoulder, "Don't you be getting gushy on me now, I was counting on you." I laugh, "alright Di, I won't get gushy on ya," She stiffens, "that's what my dad used to call me." "Oh, I'm sorry, I won't call you that any.." she cuts me off, "No, I like it,"

She pulls herself off my lap, "What do you look like?" "Can I touch your face? Or would that be too weird?" I laugh as I recall that's what blind people do to 'see' what you look like. "Sure, you can touch my face," She shuffles a little closer and touched my nose, "You have a long nose."

She states bluntly, "I know," I chuckle, "and a narrow face, smooth skin and average shaped ears. Your hair is curly-ish, more on the wavy side." She finishes touching my hair and shuffles back, "What color is your eyes and hair?" I smile, "my hair is dark blonde and my eyes are green." I yawn, "oh yeah, you must be tired, well just so ya know I'm right across the hall from you."

She walks out of my room and I shut my eyes, my eyes that will no longer see. I lean into the pillow as another stray tear streaks down my face, it's really bad when a nine year old is less emotional than you. I drift off into dream land where I can actually see and Natasha inhabits most of them.