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."