His Eyes

HIS EYES: Chapter 21

ALL I could hear was myself, sobbing. My tears were like the waterfalls. He didn't say anything since I punched his poop-like face. I shook my head. How I wished that I was only dreaming. Should I slap my face?

I remembered when I saw mom crying in the kitchen after I went out of the hospital. She was guilty. She followed Hendre's suggestion. She should have let me die. She should have told me before she got psyched by Hendre.

I was on top of Hendre while grabbing his collar. I wanted to destroy his face but I realized I shouldn't be wasting my time. I got up and headed towards the door.

"Where are you going?" he asked.

"None of your business," I replied rudely.

"I'm not finished yet. Before you storm out of this room, I think you should know this."

I looked at him. He was sitting on the floor. His elbow was on top of his knee. I waited for him to speak.

"Before I suggested Adolf's eyes, she already knew about it," he said. My eyes widened. Did she know? But why? "You should take this."

He took something on his table. It was a small white envelope that looked old. Mom's name was written on it. I looked at him, confused.

"You can come back anytime," he said as I left his room.

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I realized I stayed in Hendre's place all night including the whole morning. I messaged the African-American guy and told him I was busy. Orlstein would be returning today. There was a message from her and she said she'd just go straight in the apartment.

A taxi stopped and I went inside. I tried my best to avoid the driver's eyes. But fate betrayed me. The moment I looked at the mirror, our eyes met. I thought it was just nothing. My head began to hurt just like the pain I suffered before. I couldn't understand. We didn't look at each other directly. What was happening?

Luckily, he hadn't started the taxi's engine yet so I was saved. He collapsed and blood started to bleed from his nose. I went outside of the car and acted as nothing happened. There's one thing I still needed to know.

Hendre's door wasn't locked so I easily stepped inside.

"I didn't expect you to be back so soon," he said as soon as I entered. I sat on the bed and rested my head on my two palms.

"I just looked at the driver's eyes on the mirror and then he died! I didn't look at him directly! Tell me, what's going on?" I asked. He wasn't looking at me at all. "I had looked at someone's eye in the mirror before but they didn't die. How come?"

He breathed heavily. "It's because of the simultaneous use of your eyes. You were killing people for two consecutive days. Your eyes are getting stronger."

"What do you mean?"

"Adolf had experienced that too," he said, not answering my question. "Where are your sunglasses?"

I looked away. "I destroyed them."

"What?! What were you thinking?" he blurted. I didn't answer him. He stood up and opened his cabinet. He shuffled his things. It took him a few seconds before he stopped. "Wear this. Faster."

He handed me an old sunglasses. It was darker than mine and it was larger. But I could still wear it. I did what he told me to do.