A/N: Wrote this for the promt "I focused my eyes..." for the state test. Hope you like!
Hawks Sight
My eyes were focused. Yet, I could not see.
Blurs replaced my sight. Of my sister, of my brohter, and of all whom came to see me. The poor, poor triplet. Poor, poor Ted, the boy who cannot see. Teddy the blind boy. Poor, poor Teddy.
But, I am not the poor poor blind boy. I am Theadore Albert Starling, the young genuis extraordanaire. Ted Starling, the smartestkid in school. Ted Starling, the brother of Ned and Sinead. I am certaintly not this pitiful being as I am portrayed to be... am I?
Am I pathetic? Not worthy of life nor of death? Am I?
Tell me, what do you see when you look? Do you smile, laugh, and jeer? Inward and outwardly laughing and teasing? Or, do you cry? Do you care whether I live or die? Would you care if I pulled the trigger right now?
You would, right? Please, tell me you would.
I need somebody to care; sombody to help me. What dose the frist snow look like? The rain of April? The brithday cake in front of me? The ocean? And the boy in the mirror?
I don't know why I bother. Why I look in the mirror anymore, for, I cannot see. What do I look like? I do not know. You, what do you look like? Tell me please. Tell me, with your hawk's sight, what do you see. Tell me, so I can chase the ghosts away. Tell me, please... if you can.