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First Day

[Y/D/N] = Your Daughter's Name
[Y/S/N] = Your Son's Name

16 Years Later...

[Y/D/N]'s POV

I wake up very afraid as I awake from a nightmare I had.

Even though it was a nightmare, I don't remember what it was about.

I try to find my way around the room and look for my stick that my mom gave me.

I guess you're wondering what kind of stick I'm talking about, right?

Well, I'm blind.

Yes, I know it sounds bad... and it is... but I've been lightening up to it since I've been blind for nearly my whole life.

There's me, my twin brother, my mom and my dad.

My brother, [Y/S/N], thinks I am a child only because I still act as if I am seven years old... all because he calls mom and dad "mom and dad" and I say "mommy and daddy".

[Y/S/N] is not the nicest brother ever but I still love him.

I grab my stick to make sure I haven't bumped into anything but the room was pretty empty.

Sometimes it's embarrassing because sometime I need to shout for my mom and my dad, or, worse, [Y/S/N].

I make my way outside and I start to lose my way.

Not again.

"Mommy? Daddy?-" All of a sudden I get terrified because I hear a noise behind me.

"Who's there?" I called out.

"Sweet heart? What are you doing up so early?" I heard a familiar voice... it was my dad.

"Daddy, is that you?" I asked.

"Yes, sweet heart... it's me." He sighed in relief as if he was just as scared as me.

"Dad. What's going on out there!?" My brother shouts.

"It's nothing. Your sister just woke up in the middle of the night." Dad said.

"Oh, yeah. Not like it's the first time." My brother shouts back.

[Y/S/N] isn't the most helpful when I'm stressed out like I am now.

"[Y/S/N], why don't you back to bed before you wake your mom and make your sister more stressed than she probably is." Daddy said back to my brother.

"Fine." He answered.

"Now, that he's back in bed, why don't you tell me what you're doing up so early?" Daddy asked me.

I was trying to remember what my nightmare was about but still I answered him.

"Oh, well, I had a nightmare." I said and before I could say anything else daddy pat my back, pushing me forward.

"Well, how about you tell me about this nightmare. You can tell me about it while I make you some early breakfast." Daddy said.

When he scared me I remeberd dropping my stick on the ground but when I went to pick it up it wasn't there.

I started to panic and started scavenging the floor for it but I couldn't find it anywhere.

"Daddy, my stick is missing!!!" I shouted.

"Oh. no. I got it. You don't need it right now just follow me voice, ok, sweetheart?" He said.

Something popped up in my brain that I had remembered.

My nightmare.

In my nightmare, daddy stole my stick so I couldn't see.