Post by JakeElectron on Dec 15, 2014 21:00:10 GMT
I'm blind. I'm not genetically blind but I have forced myself to be blind. More about that later.
It was a warm day. I was in my car, listening to a favourite radio station of mine when it gets interrupted by a news broadcast. The broadcast was about a wreckage caused by a car accident. Instead of going to work, I curiously drove to location of the wreckage. What I had seen was horrible. The people who were injured were carried into the ambulances by the paramedics who were at the scene. One guy who saw the event started to hurt himself before being immediately restrained by the police.
A few hours later, I entered my home before rushing to the bathroom. I put my hands inside my pockets and grabbed a pocket knife. I glared at my reflection before starting to cut off a finger of mine, crying. I then proceeded to sort out my eyes. My eyes. They were brown, disgusting and foul, just the way I hated them.
I started to think about my friends when I was still disposing of my eyes. They weren't my friends. They had flaws, they would mock me, torment me and their faces. My God, their faces would twist and distort. They are screaming at me, begging me to finish the job when they should confess their sins.
I grabbed both of my eyes and pulled them out, laughing. I started to laugh uncontrollably. I reached out for the nearby cloth, wrapped it the area where my eyes used to be. It doesn't matter about who I am, as long as I have no flaws, I will always be perfect.
It was a warm day. I was in my car, listening to a favourite radio station of mine when it gets interrupted by a news broadcast. The broadcast was about a wreckage caused by a car accident. Instead of going to work, I curiously drove to location of the wreckage. What I had seen was horrible. The people who were injured were carried into the ambulances by the paramedics who were at the scene. One guy who saw the event started to hurt himself before being immediately restrained by the police.
A few hours later, I entered my home before rushing to the bathroom. I put my hands inside my pockets and grabbed a pocket knife. I glared at my reflection before starting to cut off a finger of mine, crying. I then proceeded to sort out my eyes. My eyes. They were brown, disgusting and foul, just the way I hated them.
I started to think about my friends when I was still disposing of my eyes. They weren't my friends. They had flaws, they would mock me, torment me and their faces. My God, their faces would twist and distort. They are screaming at me, begging me to finish the job when they should confess their sins.
I grabbed both of my eyes and pulled them out, laughing. I started to laugh uncontrollably. I reached out for the nearby cloth, wrapped it the area where my eyes used to be. It doesn't matter about who I am, as long as I have no flaws, I will always be perfect.
