The smoke around me clogged my lungs, forcing me to gasp for air. Hot tears rushed down my face as panic rose within me. My limbs ached as I crawled across the floors, dodging any sort of obstacles that came my way. Everything around me was set ablaze and it illuminated the house with an orange glow. My knees were sore and they finally gave in as I collapsed. I felt a sharp pain at my throat and my insides felt heavy as the smoke entered my lungs.
Beads of perspiration trickled down my forehead as I watched the fire slowly spread towards my direction. But I just laid there, thinking about death and when it was going to approach me. My life definitely did not flash before my eyes, but it almost felt as if a heavy weight was lifted from on top of me. I heard the sound of sirens fill the air just as my sight went black.
I shuddered reluctantly as I recalled that blurry incident. Some say that, that fire was an accident, others say it was created voluntarily. All I remember clearly from that incident is that after it, I was not the same again. That night, I lost my sight.
Sometimes if I am lucky, light would seep in through my lids, but it would disappear just as soon as it would appear. Some days I would squeeze my eyes shut, hoping to remember my mother’s face, but it would be lost, just like everything else in the darkness. They say seeing is believing and I hardly believed what others seemed to be so sure of. I held many questions, which only I was unable to answer. What do I look like? Does a rainbow consist of seven colors? Do zebras have stripes?