Heart of the Broken

Heart of the Eye

--I know my grammar isn't the absolute best but I try. hope you enjoy this! Thx! ^-^--

Mind. Normal.

'I just wanna die...In a deep dark hole... Where no one can hurt me...Touch me...Or even see me...I just don't want to exist...Godess, please kill me now...' I lay on my bed thinking and looking at my scars on my arms and legs. I slowly sit up from my bed as my Papa yells at the bottom of the stairs "Rosetta Moonstone! Get the hell up! You're going to get your school shit today! The store closes at 5 and I'm not gonna drive your ass there!"

'Great, now he's pissed off at me. What did I ever do to him? Oh wait, I was born.' I roll my eyes and look at my old, blue vintage rusty alarm clock. Pretty much everything in my room is either vintage or just plain ugly other than my clothes, wait, yeah everything. "It's only 8:26 AM, why is he 'waking' me up now?" I sigh and get up from my princess bed and head over to my special box and pull out my contacts lenses 'You know what, I don't even care...I just wanna get new clothes and try not to act emo...not like last time, I will try to be...' I gulp and shiver mentally "A girly girl."

I was born with defects or 'gifts from the godess' as my grammy once said. 'Yeah, on my dead body...' My eyes are either cloudy white or pitch black and since that is, I have to constantly wear eye contacts just so I don't freak anyone out. My ears aren't normal... there of a wolf's ears and my butt couldn't be any more unflattering with the tail that I was "blessed" with. Yeah, I just LOOOVE acting like it's fake, EVERY. FUCKING. DAY.

I put my eye contacts in and look at myself in the mirror, I really hope they don't fall out this time...

|Flashback|

"Excuse me miss but you dropped this...miss? Miss?" A lady pokes me and hands me a shirt that I had dropped and then screams, loudly.

"What's wrong? Madam?"

I step forward towards her and she screams "Beast!! Satan!! Satan!! Back away!!"

I look at her confused and then I see it in one of the department store mirrors, one of my contacts had fallen out, white eyed and everything. I look back at her and yell at her "It's not my fault!! I was born with it!!"

She looked at me like I was a killer, wanting to get away, I would too. The other customers look at her confused and then look at me and then my eye, and they start talking among themselves about it.

"What happened to her eye?"

"I don't know, Is it contagious? If it is then I'm totally out of here, I can't have that... the thing around me."

"Yeah, let's go."

I look around me and everyone looks at me with disgust or remorse, I feel hated and hurt. The store manager comes over to me and asks me to leave and I do, but only after I ripped everything off the closest shelves.

|End Flashback|

(The clock, bed, and special box in case you needed extra description.)