Behind those Light Green Eyes

Dull Eyes

A young kid with Bright Lime Green eyes sits on a bed with a blanket covering him, but his face. He looks rather sad as he brings his knees to his chest and hugs them.

"I told you I don't want you.... damn things!" A adult male voice yells through a closed door.

"I'm an adult.... whatever I... bastard!" A adult female voice is heard through a closed door.

"Think of your son.... its unacceptable!"

"I didn't even want... first place."

The kid hides his face in his knees as his parents are arguing once again.

"That damn Cult.... your mind." His father yells as the voices get further away as they move to the other side of the house.

"Send him to your Sister's!"

"Her kids.... influences. Especially Ashley!"

The voices grow more and more muffled as ringing echoes, until a pair of Dull Light Green eyes open up.

Dull Eyes

Laying on the couch is a young adult with Dull Lime Green eyes, with bags under them, messy dark grey hair. He sits up and rubs his simple red shirt, before fishing out his phone from his blue jeans.

He presses the power button, but nothing happens. He frowns and presses it again.

"Damn..." He has a slightly rough voice. "Still fucking broken."

The young man tosses the phone beside him and the  cough as he sits up and leans back, staring at the dark TV in front of him. He then looks down at his left hand and fiddles with metallic red ring on his ring finger.

He then looks back up and stars at his reflection in the blank TV, his Dull Eyes staring back. He then glances out the porch window behind the TV and sees that it's mid day... He slept for a good twelve house, but he's still tired.

The man sighs, before finally noticing a... nice smell coming from the kitchen behind him, and a light humming.

"Malus?" The man questions as he looks back into the kitchen.

Sanding in front of the kitchen stove is a rather tall woman with long Black as the night hair, and Ruby Red eyes. She has a small beauty mark her lower left chin. She's wearing a black suit, that shows off her large chest and other ravenous curves.

Malus is stiring something in a large pot and she stops humming and looks over, giving a smile. "Ah, Jayson. I'm just making something to eat."

"I thought..." Jayson then hums. "Never mind."

Malus winks at him as she slightly sticks her tongue out. Jayson reaches for the remote on the table next to the couch, but his hand starts to shake. Jayson slams his hand onto the armrest of the couch, and it stops shaking, though his hand is throbbing in pain now.

Jayson grabs the TV remote and turns on the entertainment system, only to be met with static.

"Still nothing, this is bullshit..." Jayson mutters.

"Jayson~" Malus calls out. "Food's ready~"

Jayson turns off the TV and goes to throw the remote at it, but he gives up and sets it down on the couch. He then gets up and heads over to the small dining table and sees a single bowl on the table, with steam rising up from it. Malus sits across from it with a happy smile.

Jayson blankly looks at her for a few seconds, and she starts to pout. "Come on, Aunty didn't make you something special for nothing."

Jayson rolls his eyes before walking over and sitting at the empty spot. He picks up a spoon and looks down at the food in the bowl, before poking the stew a few times, seeing some meat chunks in there.