A/N This is a oneshot for everyone out there, who, like myself, thought about how, when, and why Iggy lost his sight. If you're interested, please read on.
~Sightless~
I had that reoccurring dream again last night. I was about 5 years old. I sat there in my little extra-small dog crate, staring at these two other kids across from me. They must have been 5 too. The dirty-blonde haired girl was making a wise-butt joke about the food here in this place. While I watched them talk, I noticed that it had an "L" on their crate.
What? I was just as big as them and deserved a large cage too. My feet were tucked underneath me and my wings banged against the top of my crate. This was so not comfortable.
"Hey buddy! Why don't I get a big crate like them?" I asked the Whitecoat passing by sarcastically. He just waltzed over to my crate and kicked the door. "Hey shut up in there," he said to me.
"No! I'm smooshed in here and I want a bigger crate if I stay here!" I yelled at him. I was a bruised and cut and angry little child. The Whitcoat walked back over to me menacingly. "I said SHUT UP!" he said and gave my crate another good kick. My fingers had been intertwined within the bars of my cage, and my right hand got kicked. I pulled it back and winced, bringing my fingers to my mouth, I cradled my hand gently.
"You think that hurt? You little freak! Come here!" He walked back to my crate and opened the door. I managed to catch a glimpse of the silent black haired boy and the sarcastic girl one more time before the Whitecoat pulled me out of my cage, my protective cage, and held me by the scruff of my neck. His nose was right in my face, and I cringed. His breath smelled like beer.
"You think that hurt you little brat? Well you're in for it! We were gonna try this test on the little witch of a girl first, but I think you should have the honor now, huh?" He shook me a bit by my neck. I just blinked and shook my head 'no' quickly.
"No? Well too bad! You're coming with me! Guards!" Two burly Easers walked in the room, and I flinched involuntarily. The Whitecoat threw me to one of the wolf-men, and the Eraser tossed me over his shoulder. I tried to break free, I really did, but it was to no avail.
I got one last good look at the other two little bird-children. I didn't know until later that that was the last time I'd actually see them again.
We walked down a lot of narrow white halls until we reached a door. When the Whitecoat opened it, I saw it was one of their testing rooms. The Eraser set me on the table and strapped me in.
"You, you little freak, will have you eyes fixed today," said the Whitecoat with an evil grin. I started to hyperventilate, which almost never happens unless the so-called "doctors" want me to. Then, they started to operate.
I woke up from the dream sobbing. Holding my head in my hands I think to myself, 'Oh Iggy, if only you had kept your stupid mouth shut.'
A/N Sad thought right? I love my poor Ig. ='( Comments, ideas, remark? Feel free to write what you think please. And thanks so very much for reading! Hope you liked it! =)