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(I have other characters I’d like to use.)

Ok, here it is.

Sam

Age: 14

Height: Average

Hair: Brown

He’s half-blind (his eyes look blind at any rate), and he’s seen a lot of hardship, suffering, and has a lot of weight on his shoulders.

 

Here goes:

 

Sam stopped in front of the door, and suddenly had the nagging thought that he shouldn’t be here. This wasn’t the right time.

But no. He wanted life again. He wanted to hang out with other people and have a good time before midnight tonight. At midnight…

He winced, clearing his head. He didn’t want to think about the end.

He took a deep breath, and swung open the door, and waited, imagining his eyes were adjusting to the dim light that he pictured the coffee shop to have. His hand slid into his pocket and clenched the rock there. Hard. He needed something to ground him.

He took a step in, his ears taking in all the noises around him, of people enjoying themselves, and being themselves. How long had it been since he had heard this?

His focus shifted and sight came in. A bit, at least. He could see eyes. So many eyes. He blinked a couple times, trying to blot them out, but blinking didn’t work. Not anymore.

Somehow his gaze was drawn to several sets of eyes at a far table. His feet followed his eyes. Their eyes-what was it that drew him to them. They felt like his.

Then the rest of sight came in, and he saw the people, dimly.

(To Emmit, Amelie, Evangeline, anyone else at the table):

“Hi. Sorry. Uh, hello.” He paused. This didn’t sound right. “I need help.”

Why did he blurt that out? What was he going to say?

His vision changed rapidly to a smoking battlefield with vultures roosting.

He grabbed the edge of the table, and gripping it blindly, he lowered himself onto a bench. He needed to ease his shaking legs.

(He had forgotten to buy coffee.)