Beautiful Eyes

Hey guys! Sorry I haven't been posting as often as I'd like to be, but things have been a bit crazy. But anyway, here's a short story I wrote a while back. It's not that great, but I hope you enjoy it anyway! :)
Her sense of hearing was extraordinary, but it could never fully replace her sight. She longed more than anything to see like her college peers and coworkers; to be normal. She wiped away the tears from her useless eyes. They mocked her as she ran her fingers over them, and she began to wonder what colour they were. She constantly thought about this, and it drove her mad thinking that she may never know. When she was just a child, she would ask her mother what they looked like, and the response she would always recieve would be, "The colour isn't important, for they are breathtaking. You have the most beautiful eyes." This was, of course, before her father left. Once he was gone, the child's world was shattered. Her mother began to drink, and she would beat the poor girl, screaming, "You're useless! You can't do anything right; you can't even see! Ugly girl!"
Remembering this, the girl dried her face. Her sorrow was suddenly replaced with blind fury and hatred. It was time again. She quickly pulled on her coat with the wire in the pocket, and was out the door. A blind girl sitting alone in a park always did attract attention from at least a few people, asking if she was okay, or who she was waiting for. It angered her. If she were normal, no one would bother her; she could be left alone. The first to come up to her today was a man, sounding about 26 or 27.
"Good afternoon," he said. "Are you alright?"
"I'm fine," she replied. "But I'm afriad I've lost my way. Would you mind taking me to my apartment?" The man smiled.
"Of course," he answered.
The two walked together for quite a while, laughing and talking of their lives. Finally, they were there, right where she needed them to be. She felt the familiar sudden chill, and could smell the unusual fragrance of paprika.
"It's right down here," she said, nodding her head toward an alleyway.
"Are you sure?" the man asked reluctantly. She could sense that he was worried.
"Yes," she replied confidently. "Yes, I'm sure. There are some stairs back there that lead to my door. I got an apartment away from people because of my disability." The man failed to see the logic in this, but shook his head, and started down the alley, with her on his arm. After all, what harm could a blind girl do?
They reached the end of the alleyway, and the man saw no stairs. Only a dumpster bin that smelt of death, and dried pools of blood on the blacktop. He suddenly became filled with horror, but before he could run, she had the wire around his throat. He fell to the ground, losing air, as she tightened her grip. She began crying once again as she felt the wire slicing the man's neck. Blood was spilling out of his wound, and she wished with all her might that she could see it. She became enraged, and tightened the wire even more. Finally, she felt the last bit of life leave the man's body. Her work was done. She wiped her eyes, and then reached out to touch his. "You're safe now," she whispered. "You have the most beautiful eyes."

L.O.V.E.

Maybe It’s the way you Laugh,
Or the colour of your eyes,
But I’Ve never felt like this before,
LikE I can finally fly.
The things I wouldn’t do for You,
I’m sOaring like a dove.
I’m not sUre exactly what it is,
But I’m pretty sure it’s love.♥

~Kyra de la Torre(:

The Night Sky

I look up to the night sky,
And find the brightest star.
I think of you, and as I do,
I don't feel so far.
My blood runs cold after a while.
I miss you hugs, your laugh, your smile.
Insanity takes over as I start to cry.
My grief starts to control me as I yell out to the sky,
"O cruel fate! O meaningless life!"
And I start to wonder why.
Why do I continue living
With no one to live for?
Why must I stay on this lonesome earth
Sobbing more and more?
I do not wish to be here,
So why am I not gone?
The nights are all so bittersweet,
And the days are much too long.
I think it's time I leave this place;
It's my time to go.
I just need to see your face.
You'll understand, I know.
I slowly grasp my tainted drink,
And gaze up toward the moon.
Please don't worry, my sweet love,
For I'll be with you soon♥

~Kyra de la Torre

Just A Boy, & Just A Girl

There is a girl. She's at her brother's football practice. Why is she there? She does not want to be. She wants to be at home, sleeping or reading. She pulls herself out of the car. It's cool outside. She likes it this way. The weather's nice. Nice for thinking. She jogs downhill to where her brother's team is. Her father and step-mother are setting up chairs. Only two. She had no place to sit except the ground. She walks over to the dirty 12 year olds wrestiling around on the field. However, she doesn't say anything. She never says a word to them. Only studies them. They look at her face, and then at her chest. They continue to wrestle, only harder this time, as if they actually want to hurt each other. It's clear to her they are trying to show off. But in her eyes, rolling in dirt and dead grass in a big orange uniform was only acting childish and stupid. She knows what they want, but refuses to give it to them. The wind blows her hair across her face, but she doesn't waste time fixing it. She likes her hair in her face. She smells the ocean, and the scent makes her smile. She turns away from the boys and strolls to the near-by playground. She doesn't bother letting anyone know where she's going. They don't care. She doesn't care, either. She walks to a swing, and sits down. Sitting on swings brings back childhood memories. She closes her eyes as bittersweet memories flood her mind. When she opens her eyes again, there's a boy there. He is sitting on the swing next to her, looking at her ever so often. He is the same height as her, but about one year younger. He has tan skin, similar to hers. Medium- length, curly black hair sits atop his head. His feet are bare, and his toes are in the sand. She looks down and realizes her feet are also bare and in the sand. She looks at him. He looks at her. He has a look in his eyes, not like the other immature 12 year olds. His eyes are dark brown. Very dark. With a sort of smokey grey ring around them. She can't stop looking at them. She won't feel safe if she looks away. There is security in his eyes. Mystery. Comfort. Love. She comes back to her senses. Love? she thinks. She scolds herself for being so foolish. They hadn't said a single word to each other. It couldn't have been love. She didn't even know his name. But she wanted to. O God she wanted to. She looks back at the swing. Empty. He's walking away. She stares as he starts toward the slide. He looks back at her. She lowers her head in embarassment. An hour passes and it is now six o clock. They constantly look at each other, but look away as soon as their eyes meet. She rises from the swing and strolls around the park. She stops her third time around. There is a stick lying at her feet. She looks over her shoulder, and manages to see the boy looking at her. She smiles. He smiles back, but turns away and blushes. She chuckles to herself, and walks over to the sand. With the boy's picture in her mind, she writes her name in the sand with the stick. She hears her father calling, and drops the stick to go see what he needs. It's almost time to leave. She returns to the place where she left the stick. Next to her name, she sees a plus sign, and then a name that could only belong to the boy. She looks at him. He looks at her. Niether of them turn away this time. Until she hears her father. It's time to leave. Quickly, she picks up the stick, and writes =♥ next to their names. She looks at him and smiles. He smiles back. She climbs into the car and can't stop smiling. She doesn't know if she'll ever see him again. She doesn't know a lot about him. But she knows his name. That was enough. At least, enough to know what was important. As the car pulls away from the small practice field, she sees a figure on top of the slide, waving. Smiling, she waves back.


~Kyra de la Torre(:

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~Kyra♥