Eyes wide shut in the gloom of the sun
It was always so dark, regardless of how wide he opened his eyes, regardless of how blown his pupils were.
It.
Was.
ALWAYS.
Dark.
And he knew there was nothing he could do about it. It was a proverbial darkness, one he knew only he was forever trapped in, one he knew surrounded no one else, letting them soak up the sun and see. And here he was, eyes wide open and seeing nothing but cold emptiness. He could feel it in him, swirling around his ankles and seeping its way up his back and nestling in the base of his skull. He took his helmet off, throwing it across the room, knowing it would not help bring light to his eyes. He heard it clunk against the wall and he moved forward, avoiding the shadowy creatures that twitched around his feet. The things that came from him, creating themselves out of his darkness, never leaving him alone and always blocking the light.
He hated that old man. He hated that stupid boy and his stupid friends. He only wanted to see, wanted to experience the feeling of…feeling. But he couldn't and he knew that, was more than aware of the fact that the only way he could experience the warmth of light was to swallow his own corrupted-ness and try to absorb the light that was taken from him.
A small swirl of darkness appeared at his feet, showing a blurry image of a blond kid helping some tiny men dig around in the dirt. Even underground, it was bright and the kid was engulfed in warmth and light and love and- He grit his teeth and the darkness flared, swallowing the image and soaking back up his legs and wrapping itself around his face. He cracked his neck and grabbed his helmet from the floor before setting out again. Screw what the old man said. He didn't want to wait.
He was going to get his light himself.