Eyes Sewn Shut
Ch. 1
I wake up from my awful dream. I have that nightmare every single night. 6 years have past since that awful day. I look in my baby sisters direction. She is sleeping peacefully, just like always. I know live in an orphanage. I know who the people are know and why I was brought here. About 2 days after that massacre we were picked up by a neighbor who always brought our food from the market. We were a family that was rich. No, we weren't well of we were drop dead rich. We had this huge mansion.
When she came she just dropped everything. She went and called the police. I was completely silent. Then she came over to me and asked my why I had that cloth around my eyes. So… I showed her. She involuntary went back a step. I could tell by how she gasped that it looked pretty horrible. The police came and did a scene check and looked for evidence. They asked me questions, but I didn't answer them. I was in complete shock. I felt nothing. No longer the emotion of happiness, or what it felt to have a smile upon my face. They said that I was in shock and they would question me later. Then I went to were they had Kat. By now I had a stick that let me "see" were I was. I went and held Katrina. I felt her eyes were upon me. I felt a little of the memory of what joy was seep back into me. I felt my muscles creep into an unfamiliar pose. Then I felt someone's hand on my shoulder. Then a voice say to me, "We need to see your eyes." I obeyed. I slowly took off my cloth. Their faces were set in a… I think it was a grim expression. Then they went and examined my eyes. Then they put a fresh cloth on my eyes.
I was taken with my baby sister to the orphanage. The women who picked up the groceries told the women at the counter what had happened, or at least part of the story. She didn't know who those people were and what the looked like. The foulness of her breath and how they all had a red glint in their eyes.
I was welcomed graciously into the orphanage. They were all hugging me and comforting me. I only asked one question. Actually it was more like a request. I asked, "Can my baby sister and I share a room together?" I got my answer. We have shared this room for six years with 3 other girls. We all have our separate beds. From these years I had developed a nickname. A senior who came to give community service called me Lady Justice. I was amused by that name. I asked her why she had given me such a name. She said it was an old comic book character. She could see the truth even though she could not see the physical way but she could see.
Ch. 1
I wake up from my awful dream. I have that nightmare every single night. 6 years have past since that awful day. I look in my baby sisters direction. She is sleeping peacefully, just like always. I know live in an orphanage. I know who the people are know and why I was brought here. About 2 days after that massacre we were picked up by a neighbor who always brought our food from the market. We were a family that was rich. No, we weren't well of we were drop dead rich. We had this huge mansion.
When she came she just dropped everything. She went and called the police. I was completely silent. Then she came over to me and asked my why I had that cloth around my eyes. So… I showed her. She involuntary went back a step. I could tell by how she gasped that it looked pretty horrible. The police came and did a scene check and looked for evidence. They asked me questions, but I didn't answer them. I was in complete shock. I felt nothing. No longer the emotion of happiness, or what it felt to have a smile upon my face. They said that I was in shock and they would question me later. Then I went to were they had Kat. By now I had a stick that let me "see" were I was. I went and held Katrina. I felt her eyes were upon me. I felt a little of the memory of what joy was seep back into me. I felt my muscles creep into an unfamiliar pose. Then I felt someone's hand on my shoulder. Then a voice say to me, "We need to see your eyes." I obeyed. I slowly took off my cloth. Their faces were set in a… I think it was a grim expression. Then they went and examined my eyes. Then they put a fresh cloth on my eyes.
I was taken with my baby sister to the orphanage. The women who picked up the groceries told the women at the counter what had happened, or at least part of the story. She didn't know who those people were and what the looked like. The foulness of her breath and how they all had a red glint in their eyes.
I was welcomed graciously into the orphanage. They were all hugging me and comforting me. I only asked one question. Actually it was more like a request. I asked, "Can my baby sister and I share a room together?" I got my answer. We have shared this room for six years with 3 other girls. We all have our separate beds. From these years I had developed a nickname. A senior who came to give community service called me Lady Justice. I was amused by that name. I asked her why she had given me such a name. She said it was an old comic book character. She could see the truth even though she could not see the physical way but she could see.