Behind the blue curtain was that girl, but I saw her in more detail now. Much more detail. She wasn't bleeding anymore, but that was the best thing about it. If I could erase images from my memory then this would be top of the list, yet I knew it would always stay with me. I couldn't see the extent of the damage in the moonlight. But this was brighter than moonlight. And I could see perfectly.
She was awake, which was the good thing. The bad thing was that her forehead was open. Nobody told me what bones look like, and really, I'd never seen the real thing. I have now. That wasn't even the whole thing either, the rest of the gash was covered by a bandage, but it must have moved since they put it on as it was all scrunched up on one side. I choked. I didn't know what to do. She made the first move.
"Sorry" she whispered. Her voice was angelic. It was like I was in the presence of something inhuman. Something more. I would have believed it too, if I couldn't see the sickeningly large gash in her head, 95% of which was covered. And the bit I could see made me feel dizzy. I didn't know what to say. I could only manage two words:
"what for?"
"Spying" she said. Even weaker this time. I couldn't help myself. I took her hand. She smiled, and I couldn't understand why. She couldn't possibly like me could she? They teased me at school. Women repellent they called me. I used to believe nobody could ever love me. Especially after my operation.
"what's your name?" I asked, expecting it to be angelic
"Aila" she replied. Then she passed out.
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The Green Eyes In The Gloom
RomanceI lay down on the cold forest floor hoping to escape the eyes of people. A few minutes after I awoke I found myself soon seeking something I thought was never for me. Love.
