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Chapter Three

Hey guys!

I just wanted to say thank you so freaking much for the support you're already showing for this story. I really, really appreciate it! This chapter is dedicated to Ava2012 because her comment on chapter one literally just made my day and seriously encouraged me.

So, without further gilding the lily and no more ado, I present chapter three of Finding Everett!

Everett threw himself down on his bed, fumbling around for his pillow before stuffing his face in the soft bedding. Of all the subjects in all the world, his partner had to be here because of an art class? It felt like the universe was laughing in his face. Not that he would see it anyways.

It wasn't fair.

Of course it wasn't.

When he was little, Everett loved to use crayons and pencils on large sheets of paper his mother bought him. His finger painting projects were hung up on the fridge and at kindergarten, he felt proud to have his artistic adventures displayed on the wall with countless others. But that pride and happiness had been long gone for years.

How could life be so cruel? What did he do to deserve this? He was a good kid. Of course, like any other small child, he caused a bit of mischief. But that wasn't necessarily bad. Certainly not bad enough for Karma to come back around and bite him that hard.

Feeling the sting of hot tears burning in his eyes, Everett squeezed his lids together tightly in an effort to hold them back. He couldn't stand to embarrass himself more than he already felt he had. He could hear them now; that girl was most likely feeling pity for him already.

He didn't want pity. He didn't need it.

What he needed was his sight.

Why was the most important thing in the world taken away from him?

Granted, losing any human sense was terrible, but why his sight? If only he had lost something else, like maybe his hearing, it wouldn't be so bad. He assumed it was easier to fix hearing than it was to repair one's eye. The hope of him ever regaining even a little bit of his sight was practically zero.

He felt doomed. Forever to be pitied, never to be understood. Sitting up on the bed, Everett grabbed the glass of milk that sat next to him and sipped it, nibbling on the cookie he had grabbed as well.

Nothing in the world could be better than a glass of milk and chocolate chip cookies, he thought to himself. When the world has you down, grab a cookie. Not that he felt sure anyone else agreed with him.

Not like he cared.

Lie.

Shaking those thoughts from his mind, Everett turned his head a bit when he heard muted thumps above his head. It became clear that his brother and his girlfriend were going upstairs to 'work on their project'.

With a roll of his eyes, Everett hoisted himself into a sitting position and wiped away any tears that had managed to escape the barrier he created between his eyes and the outside world.

He hated it when he cried. Everett felt weak enough already, but to tear up? That angered himself. He should have it together better, right? He had to be strong in some way.

At least, that's what he told himself.

Once Jesse's bedroom door shut, Everett grabbed his now empty glass of milk and started his slow moving journey to the living room. All he wanted right now was his piano; he needed to feel some sort of control and manipulating the keys on such a grand instrument was the only way he knew to have power.