Behind My Eyes Novels & Stories

The world swims behind my eyes, but not with vision, only fatigue, frustration, and the spinning dread of helplessness. I see nothing. There are no glimpses of futures, no flickers of alternate paths. There are not even shadows of what could be. There is only the heavy, aching darkness behind my eyes, the silence of a gift that once spoke constantly but now says nothing at all. It fractured the moment Akin fell.

Everything. I laid Bri on the bed and pulled the covers over her. I walked up to my window, the one overlooking the woods and that’s when I saw it, at first I thought they were fireflies, but when I squinted, I realized that they were eyes. Glowing Amber eyes. I blinked and they were gone. I felt the pull, but I ignored it, shut my blinds and went back to work. I decided I’d stay in tomorrow. No going to work for me.

It’s funny to say it out loud but I have no reason to not trust them. Wait. I said our enemies! Oh I need to get some fresh air. My eyes opened and I stilled as a rock. My eyes watching a pair of purple ones from behind me as I stared into them from the mirror. Those purple eyes gaped right back at me and I shivered. Is this another attack? Someone is behind me yet I could not utter a single sound. My heart was racing but I was confused because those eyes kept watching me as if they were studying me.

I heard the faint growl behind me before I even turned. Ryan. His hazel eyes were wide filled with pain... And betrayal. He had seen everything.

He only brought it up as a bluff, a threat. Helen stepped into the room only to see Nathaniel's pallor. "You look terrible. Is something wrong?" The rims of Nathaniel's eyes were tinged with redness, and he looked at Helen. She shared my resemblance, but that was where the similarities came to an end. The loving relationship he had, he had it with me. Our relationship was irreplaceable, or it was supposed to be. His hands tightened around the divorce papers. 'Why'd I mistake her for Ginny? That one-night-stand was an accident, but everything after that was…'

I awake with a slight headache and sit up, looking around the room. I realize I am alone and stand carefully. I look around the room in search of the bathroom. I decided to try the black door by the balcony first, and internally dance it is. I turn the light on and look in the mirror. My hair is stuck to my face, and my eyes are puffy and red from crying. I close my eyes and take a deep breath.

The kind that says I see you and I am glad and this is everything and I will not make it weird. When she pulls back her eyes are doing something. "Do not," I say. "I am not doing anything," she says. "Your eyes are doing something," I say. "They are fine," she says, blinking rapidly. "Completely fine. Dust." "Hackney dust." "Notorious for it," she says.

For a moment, he sighed and then raised the frames of his drooping glasses to the bridge of his droopy nose. “Please come in, Madam. See! It's a miracle. Your husband is awake and able to speak normally." The doctor stepped out after tapping my shoulder a few times. We look. The doctor's height made me have to look up a little to freely see his face. The wind whistled in my ear. I flinched and turned my gaze to the corner of the room. "Jack!" I cried to myself when I found a man with bare chest and piercing eyes standing like a silhouette in the corner of Kevin's treatment room.

Fun fact I don’t know myself what I want actually? I felt my left eyeball dancing in my socket. My vision was getting darker. The pain was getting unbearable. The tension building up on one side of my head made me groan in pain. Grabbing a perfume bottle I hit it against the mirror. “f**k, it’s sh*t. Love is just a piece of sh*t. That b**ch-,” I almost didn’t recognize my voice. The mirror in front of me was now scattered in pieces.I fell on the ground and I felt my back was hurting from the pieces of glass lying on the ground. It was becoming darker and darker. I saw Noah opening the door and running towards me, and this was the last thing I saw before I passed out.

He shut his eyes and let out a sigh, “I was terrified you would see right through me, know what I had done and ran away from me. And somehow, I also believed that I was never going to find someone who loved me.” his eyes open when he says this, he looks at me with some kind of awe, I know he was doubting it.