I have always been nothing special. All the girls with bright, wavy hair and sunkissed skin were the centre of attention. Me, I was cursed with straight, thin white-blonde hair and pale, ghostly skin. My nickname has always been “Casper” or “Vampire Girl”. The one thing that I have that others envy me for are my eyes; for they are a silver blue with golden swirls, outlining my irises. In my small town, nearly everyone has chocolate brown eyes or hazel ones. I frequently get compliments on my eyes, but nothing else.
One day, a guy who sat in the back of my Biology class, who was also a loner like me, spoke to me for the first time since school began 5 months ago. I couldn’t particularly describe what he looked like; for he always wore large sunglasses that were too big for his face. He had smooth black hair and pale skin, along with a very long and lanky frame. He never seemed strange, despite him never removing his sunglasses. No one ever talked to him; it’s as if they were silently afraid of him, keeping as much distance as possible.
“You have such pretty eyes.” He told me one morning during a lab. It wasn’t unusual to get solid compliments on my eyes, I mean he was just being sweet, right? Wrong. He began to repeat this compliment every morning as if he had never said it in the first place; raising red flags in my mind. One day, were paired up as partners for a project, and he looked very excited, in the most creepy manner. He told me that I should come to his house that day to work on our project, since he wasn’t allowed at other people’s houses.
Hesitantly, I agreed. My mum dropped me off at his house and I dragged myself towards his large door. Before I could even knock, he opened it with an eerie smile. “Hello Rosemary, I see you’ve brought your pretty eyes with you, as always.” He said. That sent chills down my spine… I mean why were my two little eyes so important to this guy? I get it, they’re pretty, but calm your pants about it. My thoughts were interrupted by his disappearance. Where did he go? How did I not notice him leave
Suddenly, I could see the outline of his silhouette at the top of the stairs. “Come.” He whispered. I was in a terrifying situation where I could not move, and I had no choice but to walk up those stairs. I seriously should’ve called my mum to get me, I was already ready to nope the hell out of here.
I followed him into his room and he shut his door, hiding behind it in the process. I took a seat on the edge of his bed, fidgeting with my hands. “I have something to show you… and I’ve never shown anyone this before,” He began. I held my breath as he stepped out from the shadows and into the light. “I have no eyes.” He finished. I screamed bloody murder. How could he have complimented me if he had no idea what I even looked like? “You see, I used to have eyes, but they got taken from me, so I’ve come to get new ones.” He grinned. My heart stopped when it finally dawned on me WHO’S eyes he wanted. “Look around one last time, Rosemary. I’ll be the last thing you see.” He laughed. I screamed even louder this time, too weak to put up a fight.
“Close you’re eyes, you’ll only feel the pain for a second.”
That was the day I lost my eyes. I have been wearing sunglasses to school ever since. I’ve learned to type through sense of touch, and it’s not that hard, actually.
There’s a new student in my Math class, and I’ve heard she has beautiful emerald eyes. I went up to her before class began, tapping her shoulder.
“You have such pretty eyes…” I smiled.
We got paired up for a project recently, and I’m really looking forward to getting a new pair of eyes.
Credit: Rosemary D.