Eyes Sewn Shut
Prologue
I am blind I wasn't born blind, no. I once could see color. I once could see how the trees swayed in the breeze and how a child smiled when he had gotten his Christmas present. You nay think this is impossible. You may say that I am lying. I might be, I might not be. It is for you to decide that. Now you are wondering how did she become blind? How long ago? Is she still lying about if she can see or not? Well… I will tell you on how it all started. You see, I remember everything. Everything… I remember what it was like in the womb. Dreamy, peaceful, blurry. I remember what it was like coming out of the womb. I remember seeing my mother's and father's faces smiling, crying, laughing. No, I didn't know what was crying, or what joy was, but as I said I remember everything. I remember when I took my first steps into my fathers outstretched arms. He throwing me high into the air and catching me. He laughing and smiling. He had a deep velvety laugh. He smelled like sandal wood and a little bit musty. Just like most men around here. He was very tall and had shiny black hair that was tinted blue. He had these enormous bright blue eyes. They could melt ice or make you feel the most beloved person in the world. He was muscular and had a handsome face. His skin was pale as milk. Every single memory I had with him was filled with joy, happiness, and love.
Now my mother. Tall and willowy. I think… she was… an albino. She had pale skin much like my father's only it was like carved ivory. No imperfections on my mothers skin. Not a blemish in site. She had white-blond hair and luminous green eyes. I think that the under layer was a kelly green and the upper layer was close to neon green and was opalescent. Her hair was sleek and vivid. Her laughter was silky, vibrant, soft. They were always filled with such love and passion. Her voice was much like her laughter. Silky, soft, full of love and emotion. I also remember that I had 4 siblings. My brothers and sisters had the same white-blond hair and bright blue eyes. I remember coming home from the hospital. Everyone crowded around me. I saw everyone's faces. 2 girls and 2 boys. They were exclaiming in awe as they saw my black hair and bright green eyes with flecks of bright blue and gold. They were much like my mother's eyes. They were opalescent. There was much excitement in the room and my brothers and sisters started to ask questions and comments about me like ' " look at her eyes." ' ' "Wooooooooww!" ' ' " Hi baby sis." ' ' " What's her name?" ' That's when all the questions and comments stopped. My mother and father looked at each other and then down at me. Then they said to my siblings , ' " Pixel Luthian Isabelle Von Hellsing." '
I still haven't told you of how I became blind. It was when I turned 6 yrs old. It was also Christmas time and everyone was happy. We were celebrating my birthday and Christmas. I has a happy life back then. It was full of laughter, happiness, friendship, and most of all……………love. My mom had another baby. Her hair was blond like my mothers, but she had kelly green eyes. She was born 5 years after me. I remember the day she came home. That was the day that I was no longer the youngest one of the family, but I didn't mind. I had this immediate bond with my baby sister, Katrina Bella Varawen Von Hellsing. When she grabbed my finger and opened up. I smiled at her and felt this huge title wave of love for this tiny human being. That Christmas was the best and worst Christmas ever. It had a bitter sweet taste to it. We were all tired of all the celebrating and went to bed. Then I heard this odd noise. As if someone was whispering and there was a clanking of metal. This wasn't a feeling of Santa Clause coming and delivering presents This was an ominous feeling. I opened up my eyes to the sounds of screams. Then footsteps came down the hall towards my door. I was paralyzed with fear. Then my doors swung open and there was my mother with disheveled hair and blood all over her nightgown. She quickly came over to me. She had such fear in her eyes. My mother was never afraid. This was something new and terrifying. Then she said to me, ' " Take Kat and go to the broom closet." ' ' "Stay in there until there is no sound or I come and get you." 'That was the last words utter to me by my loving mother. When she had told me this I took Kat and went to the broom closet and stayed there. When I was on my way I heard even more screams and the clashing of metal. I heard something like water spill to the floor. Kat and myself went into the broom closet. I carefully wrapped Kat in a spare blanket that I had found in the broom closet. Then I heard this hideous voice say something. The person said, ' " It will be a pleasure killing you." ' Then I heard my father's voice say, ' " You bastard." '. Then I heard the swish of a sword and then something dropping to the floor. It was a sickening thud. I screamed as I relied what had just been committed. Then I heard foot steps coming in my direction. Before that someone could get to the closet door I hid Kat away behind an old closet door that we had replaced 2 years ago. By the grace of God Kat didn't wake up. Then the door slowly opened. A monstrous face appeared. The thing slowly smiled and showed it's fangs. They were long and sharp. Then that thing pulled me out and looked down at me. I could tell now hat the thing was a she. She was tall and ominous looking. Her breath was foul and she was covered with blood. Then she said in a low menacing voice, ' " Time for a little operation." ' That was the last thing I saw. The pain of a needle threw my eyes was unbearable. I could scream because of the pain. I fought with all of my strength, but what good is a 6 year old against full grown men? When the little "operation" was done, I heard raucous laughter. I was in total darkness. I went to touch my eyes but then I felt that they were covered in some sticky warm substance. Then I realized, it was my own blood. That the tainted voice spoke once more, ' "I hope that you can see better deary." 'Then there was snickering and I heard her cackling in every direction. Then they left me all alone in the darkness, but I could see. How could I see? I thought. My eyes have been sewn shut. My vision was blurry but I could see none the less. I slowly walked to the bath room I got a cloth from it and put it around my eyes to stop the bleeding. I still could see the blurry outlines, but if I got close to them I could see them in focus. Then I went to my mother's and father's bedroom. I saw what happened to them. I saw the rest of what was left of them. Their limbs has been removed and their heads were stuck on the four poster bed. Their eyes rolled back into their heads in complete agony. I had to look away. Then I ran to my sister's and brother's bed room. I say that the same fate had fallen upon them to. I stood there stunned and shocked. Why had this happened to us? We had done no wrong. Then when I had recovered from shock I went to see if Kat was awake. She was still asleep peacefully, unaware of what has just happened. Then I looked up in the direction were my family was and asked, "Why have you forsaken me?"
Prologue
I am blind I wasn't born blind, no. I once could see color. I once could see how the trees swayed in the breeze and how a child smiled when he had gotten his Christmas present. You nay think this is impossible. You may say that I am lying. I might be, I might not be. It is for you to decide that. Now you are wondering how did she become blind? How long ago? Is she still lying about if she can see or not? Well… I will tell you on how it all started. You see, I remember everything. Everything… I remember what it was like in the womb. Dreamy, peaceful, blurry. I remember what it was like coming out of the womb. I remember seeing my mother's and father's faces smiling, crying, laughing. No, I didn't know what was crying, or what joy was, but as I said I remember everything. I remember when I took my first steps into my fathers outstretched arms. He throwing me high into the air and catching me. He laughing and smiling. He had a deep velvety laugh. He smelled like sandal wood and a little bit musty. Just like most men around here. He was very tall and had shiny black hair that was tinted blue. He had these enormous bright blue eyes. They could melt ice or make you feel the most beloved person in the world. He was muscular and had a handsome face. His skin was pale as milk. Every single memory I had with him was filled with joy, happiness, and love.
Now my mother. Tall and willowy. I think… she was… an albino. She had pale skin much like my father's only it was like carved ivory. No imperfections on my mothers skin. Not a blemish in site. She had white-blond hair and luminous green eyes. I think that the under layer was a kelly green and the upper layer was close to neon green and was opalescent. Her hair was sleek and vivid. Her laughter was silky, vibrant, soft. They were always filled with such love and passion. Her voice was much like her laughter. Silky, soft, full of love and emotion. I also remember that I had 4 siblings. My brothers and sisters had the same white-blond hair and bright blue eyes. I remember coming home from the hospital. Everyone crowded around me. I saw everyone's faces. 2 girls and 2 boys. They were exclaiming in awe as they saw my black hair and bright green eyes with flecks of bright blue and gold. They were much like my mother's eyes. They were opalescent. There was much excitement in the room and my brothers and sisters started to ask questions and comments about me like ' " look at her eyes." ' ' "Wooooooooww!" ' ' " Hi baby sis." ' ' " What's her name?" ' That's when all the questions and comments stopped. My mother and father looked at each other and then down at me. Then they said to my siblings , ' " Pixel Luthian Isabelle Von Hellsing." '
I still haven't told you of how I became blind. It was when I turned 6 yrs old. It was also Christmas time and everyone was happy. We were celebrating my birthday and Christmas. I has a happy life back then. It was full of laughter, happiness, friendship, and most of all……………love. My mom had another baby. Her hair was blond like my mothers, but she had kelly green eyes. She was born 5 years after me. I remember the day she came home. That was the day that I was no longer the youngest one of the family, but I didn't mind. I had this immediate bond with my baby sister, Katrina Bella Varawen Von Hellsing. When she grabbed my finger and opened up. I smiled at her and felt this huge title wave of love for this tiny human being. That Christmas was the best and worst Christmas ever. It had a bitter sweet taste to it. We were all tired of all the celebrating and went to bed. Then I heard this odd noise. As if someone was whispering and there was a clanking of metal. This wasn't a feeling of Santa Clause coming and delivering presents This was an ominous feeling. I opened up my eyes to the sounds of screams. Then footsteps came down the hall towards my door. I was paralyzed with fear. Then my doors swung open and there was my mother with disheveled hair and blood all over her nightgown. She quickly came over to me. She had such fear in her eyes. My mother was never afraid. This was something new and terrifying. Then she said to me, ' " Take Kat and go to the broom closet." ' ' "Stay in there until there is no sound or I come and get you." 'That was the last words utter to me by my loving mother. When she had told me this I took Kat and went to the broom closet and stayed there. When I was on my way I heard even more screams and the clashing of metal. I heard something like water spill to the floor. Kat and myself went into the broom closet. I carefully wrapped Kat in a spare blanket that I had found in the broom closet. Then I heard this hideous voice say something. The person said, ' " It will be a pleasure killing you." ' Then I heard my father's voice say, ' " You bastard." '. Then I heard the swish of a sword and then something dropping to the floor. It was a sickening thud. I screamed as I relied what had just been committed. Then I heard foot steps coming in my direction. Before that someone could get to the closet door I hid Kat away behind an old closet door that we had replaced 2 years ago. By the grace of God Kat didn't wake up. Then the door slowly opened. A monstrous face appeared. The thing slowly smiled and showed it's fangs. They were long and sharp. Then that thing pulled me out and looked down at me. I could tell now hat the thing was a she. She was tall and ominous looking. Her breath was foul and she was covered with blood. Then she said in a low menacing voice, ' " Time for a little operation." ' That was the last thing I saw. The pain of a needle threw my eyes was unbearable. I could scream because of the pain. I fought with all of my strength, but what good is a 6 year old against full grown men? When the little "operation" was done, I heard raucous laughter. I was in total darkness. I went to touch my eyes but then I felt that they were covered in some sticky warm substance. Then I realized, it was my own blood. That the tainted voice spoke once more, ' "I hope that you can see better deary." 'Then there was snickering and I heard her cackling in every direction. Then they left me all alone in the darkness, but I could see. How could I see? I thought. My eyes have been sewn shut. My vision was blurry but I could see none the less. I slowly walked to the bath room I got a cloth from it and put it around my eyes to stop the bleeding. I still could see the blurry outlines, but if I got close to them I could see them in focus. Then I went to my mother's and father's bedroom. I saw what happened to them. I saw the rest of what was left of them. Their limbs has been removed and their heads were stuck on the four poster bed. Their eyes rolled back into their heads in complete agony. I had to look away. Then I ran to my sister's and brother's bed room. I say that the same fate had fallen upon them to. I stood there stunned and shocked. Why had this happened to us? We had done no wrong. Then when I had recovered from shock I went to see if Kat was awake. She was still asleep peacefully, unaware of what has just happened. Then I looked up in the direction were my family was and asked, "Why have you forsaken me?"