The red eyes

the stares

I woke up my eyes redder then they already were and puffy, I rubbed my eyes and sat up flinching in pain the bruises bringing memories for wich I wish I could forget. I got out of bed slowly walking to my closet and grabbing a blue dress with black shoes. It was a old dress that my mother had bought me for my birthday 2 years ago for my 6th birthday,It had been one of my favorites it's a little tattered but I still wear it none then less. I sat it on my bed and quickly changed into it quickly and headed down stairs seeing my mother cooking breakfast and my father reading a book in wich was titled 'the lullaby' I've only seen a few glimpses of it but it sounded odd to me. I look at my mother before sitting down beside my father they had annoyed looks on their pale faces, that ment we were going out today! My parents hated bringing me out, because of my 'illness' as they put it. I knew they ment my eyes. I always got stared at and people would sometimes whisper unkind things about me..it made me upset. I snap out of my thoughts as my mother places a pancake on a plate infront of me and 3 each for her in my father. I dont know why momma still cooked for daddy they always fought I geuss they always made up in the end. I thought as I finished my breakfast  and put my plate in the sink and sat on the living room floor. Soon after my parents finished eating and joined me in the living room as the collected their items. Mother roughly took my arm and seized me out the house as my father folled in tow muttering unknown things under his breath. As we walked people stared and whispered pointing every once in a while, sometimes I would hear things like 'oh my god..her eyes!' Or 'my God that girls eyes are as dark as the blood moon!' I would look down in shame for wich I never really was a fan of my eyes. My mother and father walked quickly to the store and as we made it there she let go of my arm and picked up a basket and started searching for the items that she needed as my father watched me with a cold glare. I fiddled with the hem of my dress and waited until she finished. I looked around as I waited catching wandering eyes as they quickly looked away trying to dispose of their embarrassing act. I waited until i heard mother call "let's go" as she walked to the center to pay for the items.