Don't Grieve [Roleplay]

It was morning, that much Warren knew. Birds were chirping outside his window, which was open. There were heavy footsteps right outside his door. Seeing as how the footsteps seemed sloppy, he guessed it was his mother. She usually came back from "work" early in the morning, and she was usually either getting out of a drunken state, or was already in her hangover state. Soon the footsteps would end, and his grandmother would help his mother to bed. Then his grandmother would sigh, upset about the choices his mother was forced to make. Warren waited until those events took place before he decided to wake up.

About a few minutes later, Warren sat up in his bed, and rubbed his sightless eye. Out of habit, he ignored his right eye and grabbed the eye-patch which lay on his bedside table. He placed the eye-patch over the empty eye socket, got out of bed, and walked out of his bedroom and into the bathroom across the hall. Knowing the new house by heart, there was no need for the cane by his bedroom door.

A half-hour later, Warren was in his bedroom once again. He was dressed in jeans cut off at his knees, being held up by a belt, and a green t-shirt -not that he knew the color. His clothes were usually laid out for him at the foot of the bed. Since Warren was blind, his grandmother saw to it that she chose what he wore. It worried her when she did so, for her grandson was so small. Everyday she made a mental note to make sure he ate enough.

Grabbing the cane that was angled to lean against his bedroom wall, Warren left his room, and bid his grandmother a, "I'll be back soon." It was the summer time, but even so, his grandmother loved to squeeze in some extra schooling. Before being schooled, Warren liked to walk around the village. It was better than sitting around the house and doing nothing, which his grandmother saw fit. She, like a normal mother hen, was worried about him, which made Warren see her more of a mother than his biological one.

It was the normal routine for the small ten-year old. He'd be walking down the street, and he could hear the whispers of some older women. He caught every word. "Look at him!" "Only one eye.." "He's carrying a cane, he must be blind." "Poor thing..." Those words disgusted him. Those words brought a snarl to his lips, and his grip on the cane tightened. It took all his willpower to resist the urge to walk up to one of the women, take his cane, and whack her in the shins with it. He wasn't some helpless elder, he was ten for Pete's sake! Ten! Perfectly capable to be on his own. If he wasn't, then why would his grandmother let him outside? Imbeciles, the lot of them, Warren thought as he walked on. He was trying to get away from the women, so he kept going forward until the whispers died out. Eventually, he could barely hear the hushed voices. That's what he needed, peace and quiet.

Erela finally got out of bed. She had been awake long before dawn and had just laid in her bed, doing absolutely nothing. Usually Erela would've tried to gone back to sleep. That's what most people do, right? But Erela couldn't go back to sleep. She just couldn't.

She had been woken up by her mother, who was yelling and cursing. Erela had been terrified to go to sleep. Her mother hadn't acted like this in years. But she was too afraid to go check up on her. Her mother didn't remember who Erela was half the time now. What if she hurt her without meaning to? After being a shut-in and rarely making contact with her own daughter, she just ended up forgetting her.

Erela told herself it was because of her father. She was too much like him. Her mom didn