Sarah Anne Soulsby
(Earth)
Choices. Life is a series of choices which one makes, which then unlocks other choices, that create more paths. One could dwell on the decisions they once made, wondering, what if? Could I have made my life better, by not making that decision once upon a time? Would the people around me have been effected differently? Sooner or later however, one needs to learn to live with their decisions and learn from their mistakes. One could become a better person if they grew from the problems in which they encountered. Only the weak would give up to life, let it get them down and slowly let themselves rot away. I am not one of those people. As of this moment I am pretty sure I am destroying or making my current future. I have nothing left to my name, no family there for me, and a year gone from my memory. The last thing I remember, I was in my house with my mother and my little brother, eating spaghetti and meatballs. Or what was left of my family, I lost my father several years ago, and did would I could to keep my crumbling family together. But everything else...is a blank.
"Sarah? Sarah can you hear me?"
"Get the doctor, she's starting to wake up!"
"Sarah, can you hear me? My name is -"
"Where am I?"
" - mother and brother are dead."
" - hospital in...-"
" -been a year since.."
" -Social services"
And then, I ran.
Sarah sat against the wall of what still remained a foreign building, catching her breath from what was hours of running. It had been at least a week, though she wasn't completely sure, since she had ran out of the hospital which she still couldn't recall its name. She had gathered that she had been in a coma for around a year, her mother and little brother were dead, and that was as far as it went. She had spent a numerous amount of time trying to remember something, but deep down, something wasn't allowing her to do so. Her stomach protested against her failure to obtain food, as she bit her bottom lip and sweared under her breath. It might have been easy, for someone without vision to survive in their own environment, but she wasn't near home. She had no memory of these streets, these buildings, no one to tell her if it was day or night but the weather the traffic and the movement. There was no way of her seeing what each building was, how could you steal what you couldn't see? It was so foreign, but she was stubborn, she would sooner die of exhaustion and starvation trying to get the meal she so craved. Several days before, she had managed to wander into someone's garden, and grabbed everything she could and ran. She wasn't stupid enough to stay in the same place for too long.
She had been periodically asking people about her surroundings, though she could see arrays of outlines in blues and people in pulses of various blue colors - unfamiliarity was her worst enemy. When someone directed her to a store and she grabbed the closest food possible, she had run in a random direction eventually to be chased by cops only to be cornered in an ally way. After pretending to surrender what she stole and be arrested or so she figured, she smashed a can of unknown contents over the cop's head and ran away. It occurred to her, that if she did manage to stay away from anyone trying to catch her, she could be living like this for quite some time. But that was all, she hadn't thought about the consequences of her actions, or anything about her future till this moment. She had been to preoccupied running. She thought about what might happen if she went back to the hospital, what might happen if she ended up with another family. She thought about the possibility that whoever killed her family would kill her as well, she thought about continuing to run. Whatever choice she made was her own, but all and all she always knew. She knew she wouldn't allow herself to go back, she wasn't going to take a walk of shame back to the hospital. She would sooner kill herself before she did so. Footsteps then echoed to her right, and she turned to see two light fixtures, people, coming her way. They were talking amongst each other, so most likely had no interest in her. However, she figured it were safer she move.
Sarah stood up and walked down the blue pathway, she could hear the people behind her call out to her, which she found quite the annoyance. "What the fuck do you want!?" she shouted, quickly whipping around. "I don't have time for this shit, piss off!" One of the individuals, a male, taunted her and laughed at her, with the stereotypical, what are you going to do about it type of remark. Her growling stomach could wait, it was in that moment that a familiar grin shown on her face, tilting her head ever so slightly. "I'm guessing you want to find out." Sarah had a horrible temper, a short fuse, and a love for putting people in their place. Which was made all the worse by her stubbornness, inability to back down, and general like for winning anything - especially fights. She never cared that she was a tiny little twig, that most people would look at and think to themselves, that they could snap that in half. She only wished she could see the expression on the people's faces...what did faces really even look like? "Hey man, check out her eyes, I think this chicks blind!" Sarah scoffed at the second boy, "How observant of you, good job!" It took but three seconds for both the boys to go at her.
"Sarah! You got suspended!?" Her mothers voice shouted, though with more concern than anger. Sarah walked into the room, grinning from ear to ear. "It's not my fault people are stupid." There was a silence in the room for a moment. "Tell me what happened, you sure cannot justify this, this is the sixth time in one month." Sarah was silent and walked towards the kitchen, looking for a snack. "Sweetie, promise me you wont do it again, you know I worry about you."
"Sorry mom, but you're a bit dead now." Sarah said. Sarah punched one of the boys, landing a hit one what she assumed to be his jaw, and kicked the other - into an object she couldn't make out. "Aw, poor baby, did that hurt?" The first boy then grabbed her arm and held both of them behind her back. Sarah tried to wiggle free, but the boy was quite strong, though only slightly taller than her, clearly the strength factor was nowhere the same. She watched as the other person got back up and proceeded to punch her, repeatedly. Unable to wiggle free she spit on him, which obviously angered him, making him slap her across the face. "I'm sorry, did that hurt?" he asked sarcastically. "Sorry no, you hit like a girl." Using the fact the boy was holding her by the arms to her advantage, she lifted both of her feet and kicked the boy away. She then grabbed a sliver of glass she stashed in her shoe out and jabbed it in the boy behind her, as he screamed with pain, she ran away as fast as her feet would take her. Of course, she made sure to flip them the bird on her way out.
"Assholes!" she shouted. Her stomach growled once more, getting impatient. "Oh shut up! We're not dying." Her shoes, were not serving her well anymore - or rather, someone elses shoes. Since she had left the hospital in nothing but a gown, she had to resort to stealing someone's clothes when they left home. All she knew was, she was a wearing a dress, and sneakers, with a jacket of some kind around her waist. But the sneakers seemed a size too small, and she had been getting blisters because of it, the shoes often filling with blood. "Sorry shoes but this is where we part ways." she stopped on a corner and took off the shoes, stepping onto the cold cement - which didn't feel well on her feet either. "Right well...who has food for me?"