MY WORLD - The eyes

Eden splashes water onto his face, peeks through his fingers with wet hair hanging over his eyes. They appeared red. It must be the lighting. His fingers sliding off his face, he tries smiling. Softer, then wider, baring teeth, then tight-lipped, softer again, a bit wider, happier, too happy. He stops. All that stares back is Petunia and her all-seeing auburn eyes. Why are you looking at me like that? Eden draws closer, wide-eyed also. I haven’t done anything wrong. The tip of his nose stops before the mirror, his breath clouding the glass, and he stalely twists his lips. I'm not a bad person, Eden whispers. The dark hazel eyes stare back all the same. And around them, countless of others, all black, do too, unblinking and rolling in hypnotic unison.

“ Dead... girl. Dead... girl ∼ Laughing...Red girl ∼”

Until only his own are left, glistening red.