Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

“Nothing,” I said again. “I don’t see. The sense doesn’t
exist.”
“Psychedelic,” she cooed her approval.
I chuckled. It was hard for people to wrap their heads
around it. When seeing people couldn’t see, it was because
their eyes were covered. That’s what they assumed it was like
for me. My eyes were just closed to them.
Whereas in reality, I didn’t have eyes at all. But my body
did still perform the same involuntary actions: blinking,
crying…
“That’s a mighty cute uniform you got on,” Miles said as
he drove.
Astrid didn’t respond, so I guessed he was talking to me.
“Thanks,” I muttered.
His tone was loaded, and instinctively, I pulled down my
skirt as far as it would reach, suddenly feeling like it was too
short.
“You know where I live, right?”
She didn’t say anything, and he just laughed quietly.
I clutched my phone in my hand, thumbing the power
button.
Cool metal touched my hand, and I jerked.
“Try some,” Astrid said, handing me something.
I took it, turning the palm-sized object in my hand and
hearing the liquid inside swish.
“No, thanks.” I handed it back at her.
I could still hear my mother’s words when I was like
twelve. She educated me really early. Don’t ever drink an
alcoholic drink you didn’t make or open yourself.
She told Ari the same thing, but she knew I was at a bigger
risk of being victimized. Someone could slip anything in my
drink, and do it right in front of me, without my knowing.