The pain was excruciating. It was nothing that I had ever experienced. It was another one of those times on a Wednesday night when I was sitting in bed, leaning against the wall on my bed doing my math homework. But this was different. This kind of headache was new, and it hurt like hell.
At first, I had just felt light headed. The room felt like it was spinning, I almost couldn't tell where I was. I stayed still for a minute waiting for it to go away, like it usually did. My breaths came out ragged as if I hadn't took a single breath in years. I stayed like that for a few minutes. The seconds seemed to go slower and slower with each tick. I watched the clock in the corner of my room. It didn't go away. I eyed the mirror wondering if the headaches could have been caused by a bump on my head that I might've gotten earlier.
I wouldn't have noticed earlier. I mean the last thing that I would want to do when I came home is look at myself in the mirror and see that I look like I just came out of a cow's ass. But I needed to know, my headaches weren't normally this bad.
Instead of getting up, I grabbed the edge of the bed and lowered myself down to the floor and crawled over to my bathroom sink slowly and cautiously. I seemed to suffer less when I wasn't standing. And if I was to faint, then it would be better to be closer to the floor. I hoisted myself up and looked into the mirror.
Everything seemed to be in check. My chestnut brown, naturally wavy hair was there, resting against my abnormally pale skin. God, I looked dead. When had my skin become so pale? I thought, lightly touching my cheek bones that seemed to stand out. I wasn't that pretty. I wish I was. I wish if I was like those girls at school that were tall, had straight blonde hair and pretty blue eyes. I was a meager 5'5 with all the kids looking down on me. And to make it even better, I had green eyes somewhere between swamp green and emerald green. I was always the in-between. I was in-between tall and short, pretty and ugly, skinny and pudgy, popular and the outsider, intelligent and dumb, strong and weak, and it sucked. I never stood out for anything. People only noticed me when they were forced to. I was never anybody's first choice. I hated it. I was ordinary, nothing special.
I winced as the head ache struck again. I had almost forgotten that it was there. I looked back to the mirror, looking for maybe a head wound that I couldn't see. It had never hurt this badly before. I searched my face over again, and something caught my eye. What is that? I thought leaning in. My vision had spots of black on the edge, but my vision seemed perfectly in sync. I leaned in closer and saw that the irises of my eyes were black.
And it was spreading to the outside of my eyes, until my eyes were covered with black.
I panicked, stepping back, then tripped on the rug. I groaned in surprise and agony as I fell, landing on my elbows. "Ah," was all I could muster out while I scrunched into a ball, doubling over, trying to catch my breath.
The headache had attacked me at my weakest moment, when the pain from landing on my elbows and the surprise and horror from seeing her eyes black. The headache soon turned into a migraine. Oh god. Oh my god. It hurts. It hurts so badly. I thought, enveloping my head into my legs and arms.
I was almost at the point of breaking. Almost at the point of crying out to my foster parents that hated me so much. Almost at the point of breaking down into tears. But then it stopped. The pain had just vanished. I stayed on the ground, clutching the rug for support. I didn't dare move, fearing that the movement would trigger another one of those whatever it was headaches. I thought for a moment, then stood up. I scowled at myself for being such a baby.
It was weird. The black had enveloped my eyes, but I could still see everything. If anything, I could see better. Curious, I walked over to the mirror. I grasped the counter, leaning on it for support before I looked into the mirror. It was gone, just like the headache. I stared at my eyes again, wondering where the black had went.
