I wake up that morning with my eye aching of pain.I get the eye drops the doctor gave me,only 3 drops a day. My eyes always hurt and burn and the whites of my eyes look blood red. I hate my eyes but my mom always tells me their a gift.
My eyes have power and my mom wants to hide that. I can't look at anyone ,I refuse to if I do I feel pain in my soul,know one knows the pain and the power I hide only my mom, and she wants my power.
I have the eyes of the death I see when and how people die,not all the time,I can't control it. It's like my eyes are another thing living inside me,my eye pick who and what I see.
"August come down and eat breakfast" said my mom
I don't go to school never had my mom told me school it a waste of time and don't need it,but I really want to go to school,I want to see the world.My mom fear the world.
"August Heart come down now or you will miss your breakfast"said my mom
I don't want to eat,I never do but I need the energy,so I walk down stairs and see the thing I never wanted to see with my eyes
Joyce Heart,death at 4;56 pm, cause of death murder.
