The Eyes of Pain

by XxremembermexX

The girls eyes were a deep, blood red, but for only a second. They soon faded back to violet and onyx. She was an orphan, she was crazy, she was unique, she was evil.

A final yell of pain was heard from the house, and then the soft cries of a newborn. Soon, though, the sounds of the miracle of birth were interrupted by a blood curdling scream of terror. Inside the house, the what should be proud parents were trembling in fear at the sight of their newborn daughter. Her bloodied head was already showing signs of her fathers jet black hair. Her face was perfectly shaped with high cheek bones. She would have been perfect, save for her eyes. Her eyes, the reason of her parents fears. They were blood red, slowly changing to one eye being violet, the other onyx. It was unnatural, it was disgusting, it was…it was satanic. The mother let out a final scream and then a sob. The father grabbed an old moth-bitten blanket and wrapped his devilish daughter up in it, making sure to cover her eyes. He beckoned for his wife, and they walked towards the door, devil child now in the mother's arms, and out towards the car. The child would soon be hungry, the mother could tell, but she refused to let it touch her.

After a long drive, the car pulled up in front of an old rundown building. The man (father) took the (his) child from his wife's arms and walked up to the stoop of the building, ringing the door bell and leaving the child on the stoop. He walked back to his car, where his wife sobbed, and then drove away.

This rundown building

This orphanage

Will now be this child's only

Home.