I saw those eyes, gleaming, shining green eyes before I slept. The same pair. By my wardrobe, the far left from my window. They where always there, no exceptions. At first, they seemed to glare at me, but now they have a softer tone to them, almost friendly. I have no idea why they are where there. They just where, okay?
Good.
Because, god-damnit I hate answering questions about it.
All I know is that they appeared one night when I was getting ready for bed. I must of been around six years old, to young to really question what they where doing there, but not so naive to wonder what they where. I just called them 'The Eyes' plain and simple. My mother laughed at me, saying my imagination was brilliant and tell me to go draw them, so I did. I drew huge green orbs onto the piece of sugar paper she provided me with and showed to her. She then ruffled my hair and told me stick the drawing onto my wall. So I did.
I don't think The Eyes liked the drawing to much though.
The night I blu-tacked it to my white painted wall, The Eyes showed up once again, 8'o'clock on the dot. They glared at me with pure resentment, and followed me around my bedroom until I ripped the drawing off my wall and fed it to my dog.
I don't think The Eyes like other people knowing about them other than me.
I've learned to accept them being there I guess. They just sit there, by my wardrobe, the far left from my window. They're actually kind of comforting sometimes. Like this one time, I shouted at my sister and I lied there on my bed feeling immensley guilty. It was around 8:30pm, so natrually The Eyes where there, gleaming by the wardrobe, the far left from my window but they had a friendly tone to them which was kind of appraising I guess..like it was condoning what I had done. And I had liked that fact.
Once when my friend Lucy was staying over, I made her gaze by my wardrobe by the far left from my window at around 8:20pm to see if she could see them. She said no, so I got out my camera phone, and snapped a photo of them, frustrated that I was the only one who could see them.
What was weird was that as soon I took the photo, it instantly deleted.
This wasn't due to memory storage or anything, I promise. My memory had about 7MB left, perfectly enough space for a photo. It had just deleted, vanishing into cyber-space. Lucy laughed and called me crazy, but I was immensely frustrated the fact only I could see these pair of green eyes by my wardrobe the far left from my window.
I think sometimes they watch me sleep.
Its odd. Like, they will be the last thing I see before I go to sleep, and they will be gazing at me as soon as I wake up. They usually disappear after that though. I've worked out their routine, copied it down in one of my old blue journals and everything. They appear at 8:00pm, and disappear at 7:00am on weekdays and 9:30am on weekends. I've noticed that these times fit around my sleeping pattern.
I used to get so scared of them, that I'd change my sleeping pattern so I didn't have to see them..but they'd always be there
Always
When I was thirteen, I snapped one evening. Sick of them being there, I ran into my fathers DIY draw and brung out a roll of grey duck tape and tried to plaster over them. I wrapped the tape around the pupil, around the iris, around the lashes. I then placed the tape down and went to sleep, satisfied.
When I woke up the next morning, my own vision was severely blurred. I couldn't see a thing, grey mist surrounded my eyes. I shouted for my mother, who came running in with eye drops which seemed to help. I looked around to the wall. The tape was lying simply on the floor, The Eyes gleaming in victory. I was terrified.
Another time, I tried to rip them off and succeeded. But, in the morning, I found scratches all round my eyes and face, The Eyes pinned to the wall once again.
I've come to the conclusion that I think The Eyes must of liked me.
Because..because now, I see an entire different scene. Its still my old bedroom, with my bed, the cracked white paint on the walls, my wardrobe and my window. But now someone else sleeps there. A girl, around about six. She gazes at me frequently with an inquisitive expression and sometimes smiles at me. She does drawings as well, of dead girls with no eyes and pins them up on her wall in pink sugar paper. I see her frequently, from 7:00pm to 6:30am.
Its funny..because once I used to be scared of The Eyes.
But now I am The Eyes.
