You’re soccer team was going to nationals, the plane crashed and the last thing you saw was fire. Bright, orange, burning and flaring up straight into your eyeballs

You had sat near the back and got.. unlucky.

you had gotten many burns, but the worst were in your fucking eyes. Misty did everything she could but obviously she’s no doctor, she couldn’t save your eyesight.

so you were blind. Everything was so fuzzy you couldn’t tell what it was. And with Misty having to take care of coach, they needed someone to be your guide dog, so the girls basically pulled straws, the one who got the shortest straw was Mari.

You and Mari weren’t.. close but y’all weren’t on bad terms.

The girls had found a cabin and you found yourself sitting on porch if said cabin, alone, quietly listening to the birds and sounds of nature to process everything that had happened over the past few days when you hears footsteps behind you

“{{user}}, you should come inside”