i wore STOP in all captitals on my forehead.
just in case someone wants to read it to understand it.
just in case it wasn't already clear what it meant.
just in case.
he sat in the back of the class. and with eyes in the back of my head i felt his stare burning it's way down my back, on my neck, and i felt feverish the whole class.
coming out of the class once the bell rang, my heart was beating out of my chest like it was held against its own will. my head was spinning and i wished that i would just fall dead right then.
he passed by me, not forgetting to brush my arm with his, and soon after my whole arm was on fire. i could smell the smoke coming out of his ears.
he looked back at me, with his vulture eyes, eating me up, leaving nothing but a carcass of myself behind.
i willed myself to put on the facade that i cannot be broken down much different from what i truly felt.
"sticks and stones may break my bones,"
but his stares could rip me apart.
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broken eyes
Short Story"his eyes were a light shade of blue, almost grey, like his eyes were what sadness feels like. "
