Okay, this story has been brewing in my head and I hope you guys enjoy it! :)

I wasn't worried, no, I was ready for this. I was finally going to be able to see. I was going to have sight.

I wandered my way through the loft with a walking stick as I tried to get to the bathroom. My eyes couldn't see anything and the lights were out of focus as I stepped into the familiar walls and echoing sounds of water dripping. Ah, the bathroom.

I sat down on the toilet, not actually needing to use it, but to think. I didn't know when I had started this habit...but it must have been something to do with the constant arguing my parents had when I was younger. Of how I was blind.

I was eighteen this coming September, it's been almost fourteen years since I was officially pronounced blind. I didn't know what'd happen. An accident or something, glass entering my eyes were involved and had stopped my sense of sight since then.

But tomorrow, I would have a cornea transplant - allowing me to see again.

Colours and seeing things were never a part of my life. I could only use the four remaining senses of a human. But tomorrow, that would be all over. I would see again.

I got up from the toilet and made my way back to my bed, tucking the bedspread over my shoulders and slipping into a deep slumber.

Brrnnngggg!

I shifted open my eyes, though they were useless and felt for the ringing alarm. I clicked the snooze button and the alarm rang the time.

8:00 Wednesday 23rd 2008.

I got up, finding my cane and made my way slowly to the bathroom to prepare. I slipped off my pajamas and got into the shower. The warm water eased the tension running through my body as I awaited for 9:30. My surgery for the cornea transplant was nearing and I was wrong about not being nervous. It was after all, a pretty big thing. I was finally going to see!

I smiled in content. I loved the smell of flowers, freesia as my favourite. The smell and taste of strawberries...their sweet and yet sour taste in my mouth was a delight, but they were all taste and smell. I was finally going to see them!

I'd repeatedly asked my mother how they look, but to actually see it would be something I'd be anticipating for without a doubt.

I reached for the towel on the rack and wrapped myself in it, simultaneously getting my walking cane as I made my out of the bathroom. The clothing in my closet felt so unfamiliar to me as I randomly picked out something to wear. I couldn't see what my mother had bought me, the clothing she'd constantly give me were unknown to me in looks. She kept blaming me, that it was her fault I was blind and tried making my life as easy as can be.

I never blamed anyone for this. It has given me things I would have taken for granted if I'd been like any other normal teenager.

My mother, once a alcoholic, was drunk one night. She'd been arguing with my father that night and he'd left, leaving my crying mother to feel the despair. That night, I could smell the gasoline...the smell of burning and then I went to the kitchen. I was only four at that time, but I knew my mother would die if I didn't try to save her. She was unconscious...unable to tell what was happening. So I kept dragging her, finding someway to get her out of the house. I was successful, I pulled her out of the door, closing the glass door that separated the kitchen and the entrance of the house, buying me sometime to toll my mother out of the house.

At that time, three things happened simultaneously.

I had successfully tolled my mother out of the house, but I was facing the wrong way - the kitchen and the glass door.

An explosion, I was guessing, from the gas, had sent the glass door to shatter, pieces were sent flying towards me. Several pieces got into my eyes.

And lastly, I was blinded instantaneously.

The past had been dark, something my mother and I would love to forget. She changed her ways - alcoholic ways - since then. Giving me everything I wanted, though there weren't many things I desired considering I was blinded, so I was limited to things. She always wanted to blame herself for my lost of sight, but I was happy. I had a loving mother from that accident and would have done the same thing if time had reversed itself.

The clicking of unlocking doors and high heels signaled the arrival of my mother, Renee.

"Honey! I'm here!" I sighed. Did she really think many people came through those doors?

"I'm in the bedroom." I quickly slipped on pair of jeans, rough to the touch and hard. I had finished putting on my bra when my mother's footsteps were nearing. I could hear a soft knock on the bedroom door before she entered.

"Hey mom." I smiled, in the direction of the door.

"Hello dear." I could hear the sound of her smiling as she helped me into a teeshirt and held onto my shoulders firmly.

"Oh look at you. How is my little girl handling things? Nervous?"

I shook my head from side to side, trying to seem confident. But my mother always read me like an open book.

"Don't worry. So am I." She kissed my forehead lightly and led me out of the bedroom, taking steps slowly for my sake.

"Well, let's get going then." She exhaled a deep breath and opened the door out of the loft for me.

We were at the hospital in a few minutes and my mom being the over sensitive one, got me into a wheelchair and we were wheeling into a hospital bedroom with a nurse informing me about the operation during the walk, or sitting for me. I chuckled at the stupid remark to myself.

"You will breathe in some sleeping gas and the operation will begin. The doctors will begin with slicing your existing cornea away from your sockets and irises, then they will replace it with the donated pair. The operation successful rate is very high so don't worry." I could feel the nurse pat my shoulders as I was wheeled into a room.

I slid into the bed with my mother's help and laid there, awaiting for the surgery.

My mother was rubbing circles on the palm of my hand, trying to soothe me. I could feel we were both really nervous for this and definitely anticipating such a thing.

After several minutes, an undetermined amount of people entered the room. I could hear from the shuffling sounds of robes that it must be more than two people.

"Hello Ms. Swan, are we ready for the surgery?" A hand, unbearably cold hand, marble smooth was holding onto my shoulder. His voice was very smooth, firm and strong, yet soft.

"Yes." I was as ready as I'll ever be.

"Very well." I could feel myself being lifted off the bed and rested on top of another one, wheeling towards the operation room no doubt.

A face mask, covering my nose and mouth was put on me. I could feel my eyelids beginning to droop and the sounds of machinery grow into a background sound.

"Now, Ms. Swan, can you count back from 10?" I nodded, not truly able to acknowledge her request seeing as I was already drifting off into unconsciousness.

I was incoherent to my thoughts and after saying 10, my counting was already a pointless mess of mumbling.

My mind was thinking of all the good things...the possibilities to having sight and it filled my mind with thoughts.

It was an immeasurable amount of time as I heard sounds...people were speaking. I couldn't open my eyes, something soft like cotton was covering my eyes, I wanted to peel it off...I was trying.

"Bella!" The familiar voice of my mother.

"Oh mom! I'm so glad you're here." I was happily, the first person that I would want to see, or more of hear, was my mother.

"Don't try to peel that off honey. The doctors say you need it on for another few days." I sighed. That means I would have to stay blinded and in a hospital bed for another few days.

"Oh I got you some dinner, why don't you open your mouth and I'll feed you." I could smell pasta, the familiar smell of tomato sauce wafted into my nose as I opened my mouth.

Mhm. I was grateful for my mother as I hungrily ate. I didn't know just how long ago I ate before, but I guessed the surgery was the one positive thing that came out of the many hours I missed out on food.

"Well dear, I better let you rest. You're going to need it." She brushed away the stray locks of hair from my face as she planted a soft kiss on my forehead.

"Okay, goodnight mom."

"Goodnight Bella." I heard high heels and the close of the door, signaling my mother's departure.

I didn't know how long I'd just laid there, thinking. Nothing special or significant was running through my mind. I thought about the doctor a few time. His voice was remotely angelic and alluring. It sounded...comforting to the ears.

I was finally sleeping though, the unconsciousness was letting me slip into a long slumber.

"Miss. Swan? Are we ready to begin unwrapping your eyes?" The same angelic voice, the doctor I was thinking of.

"Yes." I was hesitant. I was finally getting the thing I wanted, but it was still nervous. I could feel my hands clawing at the bedspread, finding something to distract my mind.

The bandages around my eyes were slowly unraveling. In mere seconds, the bandages were completely off and I was beginning to see things. It wasn't focused.

It was blurry, the things I saw. People were out of focus, like blots of colours, mysteriously painted into the background of my sight. Like someone had smudged out of vision as I tried to blink several times. Water was coming out uncontrollably, I still couldn't grasp at completely what I saw. The dim room, blinds pulled down and sealing away the sun I thought would have been there, made things harder to see. I could see, around the room were people, white blots and pale faces staring at me. I guessed the white blots would be doctor robes and hospital uniforms. But, what were those yellow numbering things running on top of the people's heads?

I tried focusing my eyes more, blinking even more and my eyes watering even more at the attempt. The yellow band of what looked like numbers were moving. They were counting or something. What were they? I looked at everyone.

Everyone in the room had numbers...except for the doctor. I blinked a few more times, straining to understand what I saw.

"Don't strain yourself, Miss. Swan. Let your eyes rest before trying too hard." I nodded, his voice was alluring and hypnotizing. I had to obey in a sense.

"Let's give Miss. Swan sometime to rest." He ushered the bunch of people out of the room, leaving me with my mother.

"Oh mom! I can't believe I can see!" I held her hand, squeezing it slightly. I could make out my mother's face. She looked older than before.

I continued to focus my eyes on the figure in front of me, holding my hand. Wrinkles were showing on either side of her eyes and her smile was bright. Her blue, sky-coloured eyes were beautiful. It was hard to understand and comprehend just how beautiful the world was, with sight. I turned my gaze up at the yellow band of numbers on top of her forehead. They were counting something.

"Oh, I shouldn't stay. You need your rest." She patted my hand with hers and pulled away.

"Okay, goodnight mom."

Okay, review me up guys! I think this is the story I'm going to continue onto, after "Work..." (it's been brewing inside of my mind, FORCING me to type it out with my hands and yeah! hope you guys enjoy!)