Summary: Mio hated seeing, so she made it so she couldn't. But when everything turns even more upside down, can she help or will she only make it worse?

(I am a high school student so my grammar is not the best and I am sorry, if you don't like the story that's okay, if you do, please leave a comment, I will be trying to post often, but I have school so idrk if I can.)

TW: SH, Blood, Gore

I was born with bright red eyes and raven black hair that curled around my soft, angelic face. I Grew up being admired for my looks. How my hair was so silky smooth, and my eyes bright as cherries. For this reason, my parents named me Mio, the beauty of Yoshikawa, Japan.

However, as I grew older, something changed. Since I could remember, I never truly saw people as people, but as an array of colors, all different and unique. My parents never believed me when I told them that this was what I saw.

As I grew, I noticed that some of the colors I saw weren't colors at all, but strange blob-like things that sounded strange and acted even stranger. They scared me, yet when I told my parents they took me to the doctor, who diagnosed me with schizophrenia, gave my parents a container of pills, and told them to make me take one every few weeks.

They did, diligently, and every time I'd feel worse. They made me tired and sad, made my brain foggy and my eyesight swam. The more I took, the more things I would see. Monsters made of blood and human faces, people watching me, laughing. I hated it, yet I couldn't tell my parents, after all, they would only make me take more…

I endured it for 7 years before I snapped. My parents had left to go to a party with their friends. I had walked down the hallway to the kitchen and grabbed a large chef's knife from a drawer. I knew I should have stopped, and yet… I wanted to be free.

I had lifted the knife, holding it to an eye, and plunged it down. The blood had dripped down, yet the pain had not come, not immediately at least. I had twisted the knife then yanked it out, blood slaying out onto the white, kitchen floor.

Then I lifted it to the other eye and repeated the action… and all I could see was the darkness. I could still vividly remember smiling, happy I was finally free from the nightmares of my 'imagination'. Then the pain had hit me like a brick wall, and all my senses failed as I drifted into the dark, welcoming void of unconsciousness.

I had woken up days later in a strange place smelling of antioxidants and cleaning supplies, I had gone home and my parents had taken me out of school to recover.

When I was finally allowed to go outside again, I noticed that although I couldn't see people, I could still see things… colors, like before, but not people, or I would see my parents.

I went back to school in April, soon after I turned 14. I hated it, I could feel the stares and hear the whispers they spoke as I walked down the hallway, my cane leading the way.

Now it's the summer of my 15th year of life. I have a pretty good sense of the layout of my house, and the school, and can generally walk around without my cane now in these places, but still need it everywhere else.

I was tired and decided to go to bed early, at probably about 8:00 p.m. I changed into my pajamas, soft fluffy ones that fit me perfectly, and hopped into my bed, pulling my blankets over myself and tucking them in around me. Then my eyes closed and I fell asleep, my mind drifting to the realm of dreams.

I woke hours later to a silent house, something uncommon with my dad usually falling asleep to the TV on. I pulled the covers off of myself and slung my legs off the side of my bed.

I walked down the halfway, slowly realizing there was a metallic like smell in the air that made me want to gag. I reached the kitchen and placed my hand on the door frame, peeking my head inside.

"Mom? Dad?" It was empty. I walked in and started towards the living room, suddenly becoming acutely aware of a crunching sound, like someone was eating something.

The first thing I noticed when I entered the room was the flash of color. I had only really seen smaller dots or splotches, but what I saw now was a blotch, covering the room, its shape distinct and clear.

The smell was stronger now, more distinct, and I reached up to cover my nose, trying not to gag. I took another step and my foot fell on something that squelched beneath it, warm and sticky.

My eyes widened as I realized what it was. I fell back, a cry escaping my lips, "No. No. No. No."

The thing turned, its colors shifting as it let out sounds, strangely human, yet different, almost as if someone had blocked its throat with play dough and dipped its head underwater.

I shifted back, my breathing unsteady and tears falling down my face and into my mouth, filling it with a salty taste.

The thing lunged towards me and I screamed, closing my eyes and throwing my hands in front of my face. A moment passed, I looked up, the colors still swirled in front of me, bright and luminous as it struggled to move from the spot it had frozen in.

I gasped for breath, moving backwards, watching it. When I was a safe distance away, I stood up and dashed out of the back door, and out the gate, into the street. From behind me I heard the thing move, and burst out of the door after me.

I turned to the side, praying it hadn't come out to the streets yet, and hid behind what I hoped was a dumpster or wall.

For a few moments, all I could hear was my own breath, rapid and uneven. Then I heard the noises again, I gasped and shut my eyes, praying that it would end quickly and that I would see my parents again.

I heard it leap, the ground almost shaking as it came towards me.

Plop

I opened my eyes carefully to find the vibrant colors were disappearing, from behind the wall there came footsteps as someone stepped forward.

It was bright. He was bright, not a bad bright though, a good bright, vibrant blue and white that didn't hurt to look at.

"Ah, Hello," his colors waved, and I watched them, mesmerized, "Im Gojo Satoru."