They say, if you look into one eyes, they can take you to their souls. They were right. Whenever I look into someone eyes, I can always see their souls. Not like a supernatural thing or anything like that, but I can clearly see their spirits. Rather they were sparkling with joy or gloomed in despair, I could always tell. Long ago, before I moved to America, I had a friend. She was really unlike the others, might I add. Her skin was white as a ghost, thin as a paper, had midnight black hair that was always tied in two pony tails on each side. Her dressings kinda remind me of an old lady too. Weird huh? You haven't heard the rest of it. Every day, every time I look at her, she would always sit by herself. Call me crazy if you want, but this girl was really unique in my eyes. Some people always ask me why do I even bother to hang out with her. My response would always be
"Cause I want to be her friend."
As simple as that was, I knew that was a lie. For some odd reason, my friend was very interesting. She would always keep quiet to herself even when she was picked on. They say that I was really crazy for hanging out with her and offered me to hang out with them. I refused. Sure, she was...creepy, but that doesn't mean I didn't want to be her friend. After all, in some ways, she was just like me on my first day of school. After that, I started to hang out with other people until she came along. This was the only time a person, a child, ever caught my eye. It was til, one day, I walked up towards her, on the blacktop of my school's playground, asking her something.
"Hi." When I got no answer, only a stare, I started to continued.
"Mind if I sit here?" No answer again, just a stare. I just sat near her and looked at her. I could see, in her empty black eyes, that her soul, was slowly disappearing. I couldn't even put my finger to it, but it was. Her soul, her flame, was white and little by little, dying. I stared at the other kids who were happily playing, not even noticing us. We were, after all, in a dark corner of the playground.
"Don't you ever talk?" I asked, looking at her. She just stared at me again. I sighed and looked at the kids again. It was then I remember what I wanted to tell her.
"Do you mind if I called you 'Soulless eyes?'" She stood up and glare forcefully at me. But it soften when she realize, it had no affect on me. It would have been harsh if someone with a soul had glared at me that way, but her soul was disappearing so it was nothing. She just stood there for a long time before turing the other way. The next day, she had didn't come the school so I thought she was sick or whatever. Then the next day had came, still wasn't there. After four weeks straight, I started to head towards her house. I asked her mother was she home and she started to cry. She had told me, that her daughter passed away. She had a some type of illness in her lungs, which had started to spread through her body. On the Saturday, she had died. No one knows for sure if the illness had killed her, but she had died peacefully in her sleep, no scream what so ever. When I left, I went to the graveyard, looking for my brave friend. When I reached her grave, I read her stone.
Sarah Smith
1994-2007
"Unknown in everyone else eyes, but was very speical in her parents. She even had a best friend."
"Soulless eyes"
I smiled slightly as I wiped away my tears that were falling. So, she kept the name. Very weird indeed, but had a very golden heart. I walked away from her grave and exit, feeling a little warm inside. After all, she was my true friend. She was my one true, souless eyes friend.
End Transmission
Written in Kuki's POV before she moved, she had a friend with some illness that I made up. No one, besides her parents, knew that she did, and for that, she was very brave to not tell her or anyone else. Please R&R.