Rainbow Eyes

Eleven

Eleven

    The webpage on the internet stated the devil’s claim on a human had itself known. Such as imprints on the skin, colors of the eyes, odd hair colors. All were so called ‘gifts’ from the devils. To announce their claim. I sighed, glancing on the side of the computer where a wall mirror looked back at me.

Wait. I looked back at the mirror, feeling something wasn’t right. I didn’t know for sure what it was. I stood up from the unfamiliar chair and walked towards my reflection. Once I got a good look, I knew what was wrong.

No, no. I shook my head, refusing to believe it. My eyes. They didn’t have the vibrant swirls of color anymore. No. Please, no. They were empty, all white. No! No! No, please!

Voices; and hands jerked me awake. I gasped, feeling a thin sheet of sweat on my forehead and on the back of my neck, the sheets of my bed tangled at my legs, Lena’s form was above me, a worried expression on her face.

“Darling, what’s wrong?” she asked

I bolted out of my bed, running immediately towards the bathroom, ignoring my mother’s call and desperate footsteps to catch up with me. I flicked the light on, placed my hands on the sink, facing the mirror. I waited for the flickering of the lights to steady. When it did, my heart calmed. It was just a dream. Just a dream. My eyes were the same rainbow swirls.

“Honey, you’re scaring me” Lena hugged her arms from the door of the bathroom

I released the breath I didn’t realize I was holding, faced my mother and offered her a small smile, “I’m sorry mom. It was just a bad dream. I just- I thought it was real”

She furrowed her eyebrows in confusion, “What was it about, honey?”

“My dad” I raised both my eyebrows in her direction. When she nodded, not getting what I meant, I continued, “and my mom. My biological mom and dad”

She raised her head to face me. A look of disbelief on her features. Three hours later and we were at the kitchen, digging our spoons in each of our mini ice cream jars as she explained the situation to me. This time she spoke calmer, less words and less of the panic in her voice. She didn’t remember Asmodeus at all. She saw me as a baby in the hospital, decided to adopt me and they took me home. Though, what confused her was, she doesn’t remember the ride back home. I chuckled at that. Asmodeus.

“But, I don’t get it, honey. How did you know this?” she asked

I lifted a shoulder, you already told me “I didn’t really look like you or dad. Or Leslie and Lloyd. After putting those together, the rest wasn’t hard to find out”

She pressed her lips together, nodding.

“Mom, why didn’t you tell me before? That I was adopted?” I gently asked

She shrugged, “I’ve always treated you like my own. The four of you were mine, you know? The feeling of having something that belongs to you and is yours only. For me, you really are mine”