Eyes of unseeing

THE EYE...

Behind the shadows where darkness lurk, below the wallows of the whistling wind, there's a flickering candle about to shake. In darkness the room shall dwell before it is lit to enlighten the well...

Lola didn't mind loneliness. Her loneliness was cancelled by the voices. The voices that tell her what to do. The ones that took mommy away. Lola wasn't good at making friends because the voices told her she needed none as she was the most desirable and people should come begging for the friendship of her. She liked days of gray, as there was less world to see and more to hear.

Today was very gray, the voices were the loudest they'd ever been. They screamed over the howling wind and rain while remaining their calm sickening tone. The nuns forgot about Lola. She wasn't anything special amongst the insane, why was she even there. The voices convinced her she was nothing but perfection and she was only waiting for mommy. Sometimes the nuns would tell her no but 15 years of waiting for mommy is only a little bit. Lola didn't like the nuns the voices told her to do things she'd only dream of to them.

Sometimes the nuns would disappear. Today they were gone to a trial. These times Lola likes to explore. The hospital was big and after only 15 years she didn't know her way around yet. She roamed the vast halls freely the voices telling her where to go. Lola has wandered into an alien territory. She heard the voice call out "follow my sound Lola" . She obliged following the soft tone through candle lit halls, broken glass and staircases to a hole in the wall.

"Follow the trail Lola" it said. Lola looked down to a trail of hot wax following out the hole in the wall. Lola trusted the voice. It told her to do many good things. Like when it told her to fix daddy's tires because they had too much air in them. She must've done it well because daddy still hasn't come home. Lola crawled through the hole and followed the wax.

The trail was long but Lola was determined. There must be a prize she thought. Lola soon came upon a candle and a match right before the last strand of light fell and quickly lit it. Following the wax she found where the trail ends. The trail ended right as wax from the candle started to drip onto her hand scorching the scarred skin from her previous play sessions with fire.At the end of the trail was a well. The very same well she last saw mommy. She looked so pretty in the red stained dress but the voices said that mommy needed a wash off from when they told her to bring daddy's knife and show mommy what she can do with it.

Lola looked down to see if mommy was there but she couldn't see a thing. She thought on her own until the sick whisper echoed in her ear. "You know the candle is bright and you can see with you're eyes, why not combine them then you'll see mommy no problem. Lola thought about how she would go about such a great idea. Then she got it. The wax was a sign. Lola was ready for the pain that was almost pleasurable by now. She knew the voice is always right. She wanted to see mommy again.

With those thoughts she took the flaming wax from the candle and poured the scorching hot liquid into her eyes. The pain was unbearable. She couldn't see. Maybe she'd see mommy after this part. Her legs grew weak from pain as she started to stumble. Back  and forward. Side to side. Until she tripped. The fall was endless. Until she was met with the cool fresh water of death.

The voice lied. There was no mommy. No red dress. Only darkness. If only Lola didn't listen she'd still be in her hell of a life not in an endless purgatory of nothingness. But there was no voices. Nothing to tell Lola how to think. Just Lola.  And her eyes of unseeing.