Short Stories

Journey?

WARNING: ABUSE + NEGATIVITY + CURSE WORDS 

Please do not read this if you are uncomfortable with any of the things listed. Have a nice day, you beautiful creature. 

     I had always been shamed for my eyes. My own mother even shunned me for them. It wasn't my fault, right? How could I control my natural appearance? Still, I felt guilty for being like this. For being such a... monster. 

Two years back during August:

     Walking back home from school, I see some pigeons! They are my favorite animal, mostly because of their eyes. If you look closely, it looks like fire dying out, ash surrounding the nearly deceased flames. It reminded me of my own eyes, yet I felt differently about my own. Pigeons, their eyes are so cool and unique! Mine are just... gross. They looked so weird, it made me look like a nasty villain. 

     Whatever, I was nearing my house. I rush in, making an effort to hurry into the house. I dash to my room to change out of my uncomfortable school clothes. High school is so awful and awkward, it doesn't help when my eyes are like this. It's a good thing I'll be done with it within two years. I put on a light blue T-shirt along with some black shorts. I flop down on my bed, releasing a long, tired sigh. I barely got any sleep last night, for, um, reasons... Slowly, I feel my eyelids become heavy. I drift to sleep, forgetting about anything else.

     "Hey, mistake! Wake the hell up, fucking dumbass." I open my eyes to see her. "I'm sorry, mom... I didn't mean to-" I abruptly stop speaking, as I felt a sting across my face. "Don't call me that. And I don't care what you meant to do. Get up, now." I reluctantly stand up, following the directions given by Vicky, my 'mother.' She had always been like this, ever since I could remember at least. I stand straight up, ready to be hit once more. It's almost always been like this, so I was used to it. I wasn't expecting to be knocked to the ground, not yet at least. But here I was, on the ground, my arms keeping me up as my back touched the carpeted floor.

     "Look here." Vicky directed, pointing towards her eyes. I look up, staring at her devilish irises, which were the shade of blue, a supposedly 'pure' color. "These are normal-looking eyes, unlike your excuses for eyes. Do you remember what I said yesterday?" I did, very clearly. She told me to have 'normal' eyes by tomorrow, or else. She had always told me this, but what was I to do? I can't just change them, and she said contacts were 'cheating.' "Well, apparently, you didn't listen because you still look evil. You're an evil little demon, just like your father."

   I gritted my teeth in frustration. She could shame me all she wanted, but not dad. Not the most amazing person in the world. Not the reason I continue to stay al-... Why am I just thinking? Do something! I focus back on reality, seeing my mother grinning in satisfaction as I was now clearly and utterly upset. I hold back from punching that stupid grin off her face, knowing my fate would be brutal if I were to even lay a finger on her. Suddenly, a ringing is heard. Vicky picks up her phone answering it, exiting my room while pointing her middle finger up at me at the same time.

     Finally, she left. Luckily, she didn't cause too much damage since she got interrupted. I sigh in distress, knowing I couldn't live like this forever. Still, I try to, even while knowing it isn't possible. What else was I to do anyway? "HEY, I'M GOING OUT! DON'T BE A LITTLE SHIT WHILE I'M GONE!" I hear Vicky yelling at me, then the door slams. 'Why'd you have to leave dad? You said you would never leave no matter what. I guess it proved us both wrong...' I think. I pick up my phone, texting one of my very few friends.