I open my eye and see the red mark in the sea white. My stomach turns with how nervous I am that this will stay forever.
Its always things like this that set me into a panic. Spiralling into paranoia.
I lay in my bed and wonder how such a small mistake can cause a punishment of so much pain. I forget to do a simple task and suddenly a bright flash of pain clutters around my face. Still laying in my room I hold my hand over my eye and feel my pulse radiate through.
Many hours later I look into the mirror and see the mark in my eye is still there. An imperfection in a feature I take such pride in. I style my hair in-front of my eye and wonder what my life would be like if I were anyone else. I wonder if I were someone else I would have to cake makeup on to conceal purple and blue bruises, I wonder if I would have to hide.
I've always been one to picture the grass greener on the other side. I can't help it when I don't seem to have any grass at all.
