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Page 014: Ans, the girl with no eyes
It was an unknown disease. It had started in the black of her eyes and had slowly spread out until a dusty film of mold coated the entirety of her eyes. Not even the Head Vates could find a cure; it was decided there was none, and she would be cursed to blindness forever, if not death. While they struggled to cure her with potions and magic, the mold grew more and more until it spewed out from under her eyelids and blocked them from closing, turning her eyes into crusty chunks of rot stuffed into the eye sockets. She tried her best not to cry, and was partially successful: the mold plugged her tear ducts and trapped the liquid inside, but sobs erupted from her throat at a constant rate as the pain was so unbearable she could not stand to do otherwise.
When the infection grew too much and dirty brown liquid spurted out from her eyes, they decided the best option was to remove the withered, soggy eyeballs from her head. The eyes are dead, they said, and soon she will be the same. The operation barely succeeded. She was left in a feverish coma for days, and could not move for weeks after. But she was alive. She lived.
The screaming began after she opened her eyes. They decided to stitch her eyes shut so the inner flesh would not be exposed to open air. It would prevent further infection- infection of other people. They were still not sure how she had contracted the disease, and worried that touching anything around her eyes would spread it. It seems those who had removed the dead lumps from her sockets did so with extreme caution as to not touch anything with their bare skin.
After she made a partial recovery, they allowed her to go outside and walk around. They fenced around the pond she had fallen in, and destroyed the wells connected to it. They placed the sign "DANGER: INFECTED WATER" along the fence and by the well debris. The girl realized it after running her hand over the wood several times, but did not mention it. No one said anything about it, for all the things that could be said about it were far too painful.
They made a decision after seeing the girl smile. They told her there was nothing left here. They told her she had better opportunities elsewhere. They told her that, since there were many types of people out in the world, she would feel more accepted. They told her it would be fun. They told her that was the dream she had when she was little, and wouldn't she like to go out and explore the big wide world? They told her she had better make up her mind soon before the caravan left or she would stay rotting in her little corner of the room until she died and her parents had to excavate her from the walls and bury her in the garden next to the pet cat she had had when she was five years old. They told her they only wanted what was best for her.
She told them she would get out of their lives as soon as possible, and left a day later. She died at the hands of the caravan people, though they say a girl who looks just like her comes by sometimes, with eyes stitched closed and a face radiant with peace and contentment.