Forgotten Eyes

Side Note: Everything in (()) is a characters dreams or visions.


((I sat at the kitchen table, Lora had just finished complaining about how she purchases all this cereal that I don\'t eat. I never told her that I wanted it, I don\'t eat breakfast half the time. She shoves it under my nose at the table before asking me what I saw. What I saw...she doesn\'t care how I slept, she just wants to know. It\'s all she\'s ever wanted to know. What did I see? What\'s going to happen? Who will it happen to? I twirled the spoon on the cereal before letting it drop into the bowl splashing milk and Cocoa Puffs on the table, which dripped onto the floor. Lora ignored the gesture that I wasn\'t hungry and didn\'t feel like talking. She chopped up a lemon and threw it in a plastic bag before glancing at me over her shoulder, \" God damn it just tell me what you saw! I\'m getting sick of your attitude, and you know damn well that if you don\'t knock it off I\'ll leave you in a psych. ward to die.\" I glared clentching my spoon in my fist but remained silent. She threw the plastic bag in her purse on the counter and placed the knife back in the overhead holder. She turned around completly but I didn\'t bother looking up as she slammed her fist on the counter. \" Lena I\'m not kidding tell me what you saw.\" \"Maybe I didn\'t see anything.\" \" That\'s bull shit,\" She hissed angrily. \" You see something everytime you sleep, now tell me what it was.\" I glared at her, \"Why should I? If it\'s not about you you won\'t care or try to stop it.\" She let out a huff of air, almost as if I\'d actually insulted her.

She went to stomp over to me, probably to smack me for making such a \'rude un-called for comment\'. I looked up as she took a step foreward, but slipped on the milk that was spilled on the floor. She fell onto her back with a thud that shook her apartment, I always told her we should move. The cops paid us enough for us to buy an actually house. The vibration shook the kitchen, spilled more of my cereal, and casued the over head holder to jerk. I stared at her on her back out of breath as I heard the metal slide out of the wood. I placed my hand on my spoon as I watched the metal glint as it fell down almost in slow motion. I swirled the spoon through my cereal as I heard it stop and cling into the floor. Lora\'s eyes went wide when she realised she could no longer breath. I took a spoonfull of my cereal and ate it as she looked up at me lifting her hand as if she expected me to help her. I swallowed the cereal and got up and put the bowl in the sink. She was making funny noises as she tried to breath, I leaned over to look her in the face. Once her eyes died out and her hand stopped moving I stood up straight, walked over to the phone, and dialed 911.))

My eyes fluttered open as I heard Lora calling my name to get my \'lazy ass\' out of bed. I groaned and rolled over waiting a few minutes before pushing back the covers and changing into some tattered jeans and a dark red muscle shirt. Anything to piss her off. I brushed through my long dark blonde hair and stared at my eyes like every morning. They were originally a dark icy blue, atleast according to Lora, but sometime down the line, something happened to me that gave the a dark red, purple and blue tye die mix. I liked it a lot, but everytime I saw them I was reminded of what I coudn\'t remember. I had no idea what had happened to give me my eyes and my \'aunt\' Lora wouldn\'t tell me, no one would. I walked out of my room and sat at the kitchen table. Our apartment was small and I hated it. I hated it even more when she shoved a bowl of cereal under my nose. I grunted as she walked back over to the counter. I didn\'t eat breakfast, not to mention I hated cereal. She took a bottle out of the fridge, some new liquir she was trying. She poured it into a bottle, \" So what did you see?\" I leaned back in my chair, \" I slept fine thanks how about you Lora?\" She put the bottle away and slammed the door, \" Don\'t toy with me Lena, just tell me what you saw.\" I clentched my hands as I crossed my arms, I hated my name too. She was \'supposedly\' my aunt, but there was no proff, and she changed my name a lot but the only one I knew was Lena. \" I saw nothing.\" She took a knife from the over head holder and got a lemon to cut up and bring with her to work for her drink. \"Eat your damn cereal, I\'m sick of buying all these boxes and you not eating any of it.\" I sat up, \" I never asked for you to buy it, I never eat breakfast anyway.\" I reminded her I was stared at the bowl.

I twirled the spoon on the cereal before letting it drop into the bowl splashing milk and Cocoa Puffs on the table, which dripped onto the floor. Lora ignored the gesture that I wasn\'t hungry and didn\'t feel like talking. She chopped up a lemon and threw it in a plastic bag before glancing at me over her shoulder, \" God damn it just tell me what you saw! I\'m getting sick of your attitude, and you know damn well that if you don\'t knock it off I\'ll leave you in a psych. ward to die.\" I glared clentching my spoon in my fist but remained silent. She threw the plastic bag in her purse on the counter and placed the kinfe back in the overhead holder. She turned around completly but I didn\'t bother looking up as she slammed her fist on the counter. \" Lena I\'m not kidding tell me what you saw.\" \"Maybe I didn\'t see anything.\" \" That\'s bull shit,\" She hissed angrily. \" You see something everytime you sleep, now tell me what it was.\" I glared at her, \"Why should I? If it\'s not about you you won\'t care or try to stop it.\" She let out a huff of air, almost as if I\'d actually insulted her. I blinked as I thought back to my sleep and smirked, what would I do this time? Let her live like last time? Or...follow my dream and let her die.

She saw my smirk and apparently didn\'t like it. She went to stomp over to me, probably to smack me for making such a \'rude un-called for comment\'. I looked up as she took a step foreward, but slipped on the milk that was spilled on the floor. She fell onto her back with a thud that shook her apartment, I always told her we should move. The cops paid us enough for us to buy an actually house. The vibration shook the kitchen, spilled more of my cereal, and casued the over head holder to jerk. In my dream it had taken minutes for the knife to fall. I took a breath in as she tried to catch her breath, the over head holder shaking. I remembered why I was here...it was either with her or go to a foster home. I clentched my hand into a fist bending the thin spoon slightly. I stood up quickly causing my chair to fall over. I bent over grabbed her my her throat and slide her across the floor as she hit one of the chairs. The knife fell behind me clinging to the floor, no damage done. She sat up gasping for air rubbing her throat, \" Why you little..\" I cut her off and glared at her, \" Remember this aunty, I could let you die. I could\'ve let the knife slide into your lungs and stare at you as you died gasping for air as I sat and ate my cereal just to spite you. I hold your fate in my mind and as soon as I find somewhere to go other than a foster home, you\'ll die.\"

I grabbed my back pack off the couch and slammed the door behind me and heard my ceral bowl fall with a crash behind me. I remember hitting it when I stood up and it probably was unstable and fell when the door shook the apartment. I walked down the stairs my sneaker echoing off the empy halls. My name...I have no name that I responde to with a smile, except Kid, the cops call me that sometimes. Lora is my aunt, but there never was any proof. My parents? I don\'t remember them. My mind only remembered one year of my life and nothing else. School? I\'m home schooled once a week for a full day, getting more then hichschool students do in a week. I\'m a 15 year old who has visions. Visions of peoples deaths, or horrifying experiences. When it\'s of a stranger I\'m to take it to the police. They pay my aunt to take care of me. I\'m not allowed to go to school because when I come in contact with others, I see them die. We tried once, after the first day I saw them blown up. It was a terrorist attack. The cops were glad I was there, but my aunt pulled me out of school. She said I couldn\'t handle the trauma but to be honest, I didn\'t give a damn. So what did I do 6 days of the week? I worked out, something in my head told me I needed to. I had to stay strong. My vision on the first day of school happened when a jerk said I was a skank, so I beat the shit out of him. This was my life. I\'m a 15 year old, who has no memory of her past, no friends, and has visions of death. For once, I\'d like to know what it\'s like to be normal, to be able to live in the world, that visits me when I sleep. A world with people, and fun. One...where..I just..don\'t fit in.

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So she has no actuall name, or life that she can remember? What will she do to keep herself from losing her mind more than she already has to her visions? Find out next chapter.