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The world is darkness...And the light is a boy who lives in the dark. ~♡~♡~♡~♡~ Finally he seemed to finish his counting and started storming off, his lips still buzzing as he walked, stopping directly in front of the nurse's office before knocking almost shyly. I wanted to break that frail little hand. What made him so fucking special? "Rylan, sweetie, is it another headache?" A plump red head in unicorn print scrubs asked, petting his head and shoulder. "Is it your eyes, do you need some drops?" "Um, a punch to the eye actually," he murmured lowly, as if embarrassed, "so drops, some pain killers and ointment would be nice." The nurse took off his mirrored shades, and I gasp as his corpse blue eyes and milky pupils, ringed in a pale violet imprint of my fist hit me full force. He slammed his eyes closed again, wincing at the pain of his black eye. Shit. Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit! "What the actual hell, man, why are your eyes like that?!" I yelled, approaching him quickly before the nurse shot me a filthy look, making me stop short of him. He growled, whipping around and fixing those dead eyes on me, making my throat slam shut. "Because, I'm blind, you ass!" No. No, fuck, did I really let my temper get the better of me that I beat up a blind kid? Not just a blind kid...I took him in from top to toe, The long blonde curls that lay on his skinny chest, over his paint spattered, pale blue hoodie that I now noticed looked old and worn thin, drooping to nearly the middle of his thighs, his jeans looked like they'd been black about a hundred washes ago were now a worn sickly grey and covered in what was slowly dawning on me, not artistically purposed iron-on patches. His boots were peeling away from their tread and the laces had knots all through them, telling a sad story of being tied together for lack of means to be replaced, all hanging off his slightly too skinny body. I had beaten up a cute, sweet, piss poor little blind kid. Over a fucking desk.
Didn't See It Coming
