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IN THE EYES OF THE KILLER

The world is bright, even brighter than what I imagined. The first seventeen years were dull, spending all my time touching all things, pretending to be satisfied with the texture of it. Mom whispered, "The world is cruel, it's better for you not to see it." Dad uttered, "Secrets are meant to be secrets. If you heard that "access denied" don't ever cross it." The confrontation lacks weight as they try to intoxicate me with various information as I grow up. Let me ask you, what's essential? Is it your sense of smell, your privilege to hear things, your ability to taste everything, or is it your hands? Ever considered living without your sight, who are you? You define yourself as to what people tell you. You dress yourself the way they wanted too coz after all, it's their satisfaction that matter. You touch things to feel it, hoping your brain can understand what's behind a rough or a fine surface. From the start, you are seeing things differently to what they see for your eyes are their mouth and they only tell lies. Grandma said, "Be contented Lucy. You are denied of something for you are gifted about something. Isn't it fair?" Grandpa said, "You'll realize it as you grow older. You'll realize in time how having no sight is more of a fortune than a disgrace." Until I get older and my egocentric psyche grows with me, holding my hand and even taking over me. I wanted what's theirs, I wanted to have those. Let me have it please. Let me have a chance to see until I regret it. Regret seeing my mother cried in your hands, you cruel beast. You deserve to die. Let her live. Discord server:

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CHAPTER 17

"Mom!"

I knocked on the door multiple times but the door was locked. Mom said she's not going to work today but her car's nowhere to be found. Where is she?

I searched under the mat where she usually hides a duplicate for me to get inside even if I'm not with her. Thankfully, it's there. I quickly went inside, pushed the door and saw all the lights were out. No one seems to be here. Where's mom?

I ran to my room and saw that it wasn't closed. It's partly opened, and you can even see my pants and my blouse on the bed.

Then, I took some steps til I reach my desk. Nothing's not in place. The lamp shade's glowing, creating a yellowish light at my room. My pressed powder, my makeup and hair brushes, my art materials are all on the desk. My phone's there either, which driven me half crazy.

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