Behind Her Eyes Parents Guide Novels & Stories

As she spoke, her eyes sparkled with the love of a mother, reflecting her deep affection for her children. Before returning home, Phoebe had taken some pictures of the kids. She sat down next to her parents, handing them her phone and softly saying, "Mom, Dad, here, these are the kids." Her parents' eyes widened in surprise, filled with joy as if they had just seen the world's most precious treasure. Her father leaned in slightly, moving closer to the screen, his lips curving into an uncontrollable smile, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes glowing with delight. "They're so adorable," he murmured.

I asked gently, settling carefully beside her. She considered the question seriously, old wisdom evident beneath her continued, thoughtful composure. "Why am I different, Mama?" she asked finally, genuine curiosity mingling with evident, considerable vulnerability. "Everyone else's eyes are normal colors. Mine are strange." My heart ached at her careful, vulnerable question, old compassion evident beneath my continued, maternal attention. "Your eyes aren't strange, sweetheart," I said gently, drawing her carefully into my protective embrace. "They're remarkable, representing something beautiful—genuine partnership between two peoples who once struggled to understand each other."

I demand, shifting my gaze at her father who masked his worry instantly and appeared calm. "It's a spell..my wife had it once and keeping her eyes closed during night is the only way to keep it from doing any harm" Her father explained.I recalled what happened in the woods.Annalise was running aimlessly, until I stopped her.She was afraid, must be running from someone.I need to know. "Anna, no matter what happens.. Do not open your eyes till we ask you to.Just sleep okay" Her mother said softly but I still could sense the worry in her voice.She took Annalise back to her room.

"Do not fight the machine. I have got you. You are safe." My father was not safe.. He knew it. He squeezed my fingers hard with a sudden burst of strength because he was so scared. His eyes looked away from mine moving wildly towards the corner of the room then back to me his chest going up and down really fast. I looked where he was looking. High up in the corner, where the white wall met the ceiling there was a dome of dark glass stuck in the plaster. There was a lens inside surrounded by a ring of special sensors. That was not what caught my attention.

Thousands of red eyes blinked at her from the darkness. Is this a dream, a trap, or has Maya finally found the secret her father was too afraid to tell her?

His eyes were kind and encouraging. "So...something happened yesterday", she began, her voice quivering ever so slightly. Her parents urged her to continue. She recounted the whole incident without hyperventilating this time, her parents listening intently and only interrupted her for asking brief questions. Evelyn's eyes widened at times as her gaze darted to Adrian often but her dad's eyes did not waver from Erica's face

The next thing I know, I open my eyes and I'm blind. Starting to cry, I hear something. From behind me a deep growling noise echoes in the darkness. I struggle to keep my sanity, but then I see a faint sliver of light in the distance. I walk towards it and I can see my parents searching my room. I hear Bubba barking and scratching in front of me, but there seems to be a barrier between us. It's like looking through a one way mirror, where I can see them but they can't see me.

“If you ask them about it, you will have to tell them about seeing me. If you do that, I swear they will pack everything up and move. Meaning you will not see me for a while.” As he finished speaking, I noticed his eyes had gone bright red and you didn't hear the owls anymore. “I’ve always trusted you more than my parents so why would I ask them, since you have already said they have been lying to me.” When I looked away from Marcus, I noticed there were about 7 pairs of vibrant colored eyes surrounding us. Slowly another set appeared but were purple with gold specks.

Yes, she may be ugly and different but nonetheless a normal human being, so why? Is her existence so wrong for her to be treated like trash? If only her tongue wasn’t tied because of being trounced by anxiety, she would have shouted that at their faces. "Mama, is being ugly contagious? It isn't, right? Right?!" "Oh, gods, help! She must be a cursed spirit. How unsightly!" "Begone, misfortune!" One after another, they spat those hurtful words at her face. For some reason, she could not muffle their voices in her head. Deep down, she believed maybe she must listen to accept why her parents locked her up in the townhouse.

I hoped hard that I had not done anything bad during my blackout. Alex My parents were at it again. My mother wanted the rogue girl gone, but my father refused. I was in support of my father at first, but soon I began to notice the rogue's strange behaviours. There were times I saw her engaged in a conversation with herself. There were times that she would be working, then suddenly, she would stop and stare into oblivion. There was a particular day that her brown eyes flashed a golden colour. I wasn't sure what I had seen, but I saw the golden colour in her eyes. It wasn't a light trick because it was night, and we were indoors.