The Blue Eyes

Safehouses

She walked into her newest bedroom.

Her family had to keep moving from safe house to safe house because she had blue eyes.

Her parents were in India being tortured probably because her mother had blue eyes.

If they were still alive.

They had been there since she was 5.

Her brother was a drug addict and just a downright bad example.

Her sister was one of those 17 year old girls who went out every night and kissed every guy she laid hands on.

They both cursed her for having blue eyes.

They had to move with her.

Her name was Elsis Animus.

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I was just lying down in her bed, bored with my life.

I was the sort of girl who everyone hated for being different and (so I had been told) prettier then them.

I had never had a true friend since I had left Ireland.

I looked over at the time.

5:35 pm

Great.

My sister or brother isn't home, I thought, and I'm not allowed to have dinner without a person over sixteen there.

I looked to my left and saw the window was open.

THE WINDOW WAS OPEN!!

I grabbed my water proof rusack and packed it with the things I might need.

Toothbrush, toothpaste, hair brush, my sister's emergency $700 that she had hidden under her pillow and thought I didn't know about it and some clothes.

I had been waiting for an opportunity like this since I was 11.

I was finally leaving the safe house and having a bit of freedom.

I pulled my long curly brown and incredibly-annoying-when-I-had-to-blow-dry-it hair in a ponytail and I put my sneakers on.

I packed the last few things I could fit into my bag into it (converse, my phone, an extra jacket and a photo of Mum, Dad ,my little long lost sister and I, a book, etc.) and threw it over my shoulder.

I looked out of the window and threw my legs over the edge.

I jumped-

And hit the pavement, two storeys below, like a cat.

I had been pushed out of things taller then this since I was 7 and I had learnt to nail the landing pretty quickly.

I looked around and saw that I was in fact in New York City.

I had always wanted to go to the famous NYC but I had never been able to leave the safe houses.

I walked away from where I was staying a looked at the house.

You were always brought to a safe house in the night and always left in the night aswell so no one knew where exactly they were staying.

It was an old laundrette that had been long ago boarded up.

You would never believe, looking from the outside that it contained a few of the worlds blue eyed population.

It looked like a dodgy part of NYC.

There was man who looked like he needed to meet my good friend shower wheeling a trolley around and all the houses were 'rough' looking.

A lot of drugs and crime probably happened a lot around here.

I started walking to where I thought the city was.

It was 6:00 I saw looking at my watch. It would be dark soon and I didn't want to be caught near the safe house or in this area.

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It took a little under 20 minutes for me to reach the 'big apple' and it was as good as I had imagined, but it was dark.

I looked at all the people and realised not a single person had blue eyes or was wearing anything 'casual'.

I had read stories from long times ago, like The Fault In Our Stars and The Skulduggery Pleasant Series and everyone was usually wearing jeans or shorts.

Everyone here was wearing dresses made of the finest silk or suits that could have been made for kings.

I looked quite out of place in my jeans and hoody but I carried on.

I felt a tug on my sleeve and looked around only to see a man in a suit.

"Excuse me miss but are you lost? Could I call someone?"he asked.

I didn't trust him, but he had an aura of importance.

"No thank-you sir, I'm just looking for my sister."

He looked at me and then looked into my eyes and gasped.

"You... you....have....b..b...b..blue eyes!!!" he shouted.

Everyone on the street turned and looked at me.

"No! No, they're are contact lenses." I tried.

A man wearing track suit pants, but an expensive looking leather jacket, with a beard walked up to me and said "You are going to have to come and see Mr Malum Lucifer with me."

I went cold.

Malam Lucifer was the one who chased all the people with blue eyes.

It was dark so I might be able to get away.

"LOOK!!" I shouted pointing in the direction of Central Park.

"It's a girl with Green Hair."

Everyone looked and I bolted.