I thought of what the man said for a long time.
"I sense your power....it's blinding me."
Power cannot blind someone, unless they're going through their period of blindess, which we all have at least once in our lives.
Even those with brown eyes expirience blindness.
Everyone does. Unless, of course, you were born blind. Those people see more clear than anyone else in the world. And the deaf hear more than you could ever imagine. You can't even wrap your mind around it.
As I walked to Azalya's house, I thought about it more.
Then told her.
She shook her head. "Sandra, your eyes aren't even brown. They're blue. I'll prove it. Let me take a picture." She took it, and as much as I tried to show my power, the sparkling cobalt blue shined through.
"See. Ha. You're crazy. As blue as-" She looked at the picture again, this time with true confusion. It's not often you expirience true confusion. "What...? How did you..?" She looked at me, then at the picture. "If I just stare at them out of the corner of my eye....they look....darker than mine...."
"I'm more powerful than you." I told her. She looked skeptical, so I sadly added, "But also much weaker. You could destroy the entire Earth if you wanted to just by one glance. But you would never do that. You love it far too much."
She, and a few others, had told me how insane I was, and giving complaints about how afraid they were of me. So I went to a therapist. Before she could question me, I did it for her.
"Yes, I am crazy. Bonkers. Truly insane. Scarily insane. But at least I'm honest. We're all insane. Only the honest ones choose to let it show. If you're going to fear anyone, fear yourselves. You, yourself, are the scariest predator in the world. After all. There are many more suicides than murders."
Her fake brown eyes were wide. They almost made me do a double take, they were just so rare.
"That's um....well, it's-"
"True." I finished her.
She stared at me for a long time, and then finally nodded slowly.
"So, um...a recent survey showed that only 5 percent of all people trust the government....isn't that scary?"
I didn't hesitate to answer.
"Yes, it is scary. Terrifying. Because those 5 percent, are in deep trouble."
No responce.
"The scary part is that anyone trusts them."
No responce.
I became very annoyed.
"WHY ARE YOU BLUE, GREEN, AND FAKELY BROWN EYED PEOPLE SO BLIND?! IT SEEMS YOUR PERIOD OF BLINDESS LASTS FOREVER!!"
"Don't get violent now...."
"I HAVE TO!" I turned to her, and she backed up immedietely, and covered her eyes, as if the sun was in them.
"DO YOU SEE NOW?? NOW CAN YOU SEE MY POWER??!" I could tell that my eyes were at their true color.
"I'm calling the police, you're evil."
"DON'T!" My eyes yelled at her, and of course she obeyed.
"You are under MY power. MY control. There's NOTHING YOU CAN DO!!!! I'M SO TIRED OF PEOPLE!!!"
I then realized. Power can be evil. Truly evil. But it can also be amazing. You must choose how to use it.
It was changing me badly. I wanted nothing more than to keep it, keep this feeling forever. It felt nicer than anything, and I felt as if I could fly.
Because I could. But I didn't. Once you leave the air, it's impossible to even want to return back to "normal." Because the sensation of flying, is the one and only thing on Earth, more powerful, than brown eyes.
I wouldn't turn into a monster.
I looked over at her, and she hid. "Stop." I told her. She stopped.
"Now do you see that fake brown eyes are nothing? Brown eyed people have full and complete control over you. In the end, rarity costs less than a penny."
She nodded yet again, and then I whispered, "None of this ever happened....Okay?"
"Okay."
I sighed, erased her memory, then cried in pain as the power seeped right out of me, and my eyes became society's definition of beautiful and normal.
The weakness all came back, more painful than ever before. But I couldn't let it change me. Not more than it had.
I left the room. I'm sure the lady thought I forgot my appointment.
But in reality,
She was the one who forgot my appointment.
Because of me.
