Psychopath Eyes Novels & Stories

Pang-uusisa ko pa at sinulyapan siya nang makita sa gilid ng mga mata na tahimik lang siyang nakatitig sa akin. There were pain, hatred and even heartache plastered on his green charming eyes. The emotions in his eyes that I always see whenever he looks at me disappeared and replaced by complete dullness. It's like he's been carrying a bucket of tears, pile of emotions and a back-to-back paper of thoughts. Parang ako ang nasasaktan sa pinapasan niya. Parang ang aliwalas kasing tignan ng mga mata niya pero ngayon isa lang ang masasabi ko.

Napa-irap ako. "Natapos ko agad 'yung dalawa. 'Nung pangatlo na, doon na ako nanghina. Tinanong niya ako. How can I sleep peacefully every night, he said. Hindi ako nakasagot. He was a famous and most wanted serial killer. He removes his victim's eyes because he want them to see how dark it is without any light. He stitched their lips so they can know how it feels so say something very bad but can't because no one can understand and no one will. He's crying while saying that. He's been treated cruelly and unfairly by society." hinayaan kong tumulo ang mga luha sa mga mata ko. Wala na akong pakialam kung magmukha akong kawawa.

Namilog ang mga mata ko. I hope it’s not my wild guess what the shattered glass contained. Nakasiksik si Maddison sa gilid ng kama. Magulo ang buhok niya at bakas ang hilakbot sa kanyang mga mata. She is staring at the eyeballs on the floor. I don’t know what to feel. I wanted to laugh but I am taken aback by the guilt for the fright in her innocent eyes! “You are a psychopath!” akusa ni Maddison. Mas sumiksik pa siya sa gilid ng kama. I didn't flinch as I walked near the fallen eyeballs and picked it up. I looked her in the eyes and said.

Takot na takot ako he's different now, his eyes are bloodshot and ready to kill me. He sat down and squatted in front of me and yanked me by pulling my hair harshly and I felt my lips crackly wounded by that hard slap by his large palm, and I literally saw stars. In one hard slap he almost knocked me out my eyes are half closed but I can still clearly see how angry he is, and there's no hint of pity in him, his rage and unforgiving gaze, are have all on me.

those eyes. His eyes were a stormy kind of gray — like wet pavement after it rains, dark and hard to read. If you looked at them long enough, you'd see stories hiding in the silence. Not just sadness, but guilt. A kind of longing. Depth. 'Yun din ang mga matang dati'y nagbibigay ng katahimikan sa'kin sa tuwing parang ang ingay-ingay ng mundo. Hindi pa rin nagbago. Hanggang ngayon, para ka parin niyang nakikita kahit wala siyang sabihin. Speaking of lips—God. I hated that I noticed.

Ano ba ang nagawa kong atraso sa kanila? The very first thing that I noticed were his eyes. It was blank and emotionless. Just like the eyes of a devil that can swallow my whole existence. It was purely apathetic and intimidating. Napaatras ako. Natatakot ako sa paraan nang pagdapo ng kaniyang mga mata sa 'kin.

At ang isa sa mga tauhan niya ikinuha siya ng isang silya at ibinigay sa kanya at inilagay niya naman pabaliktad sa harapan ko at ang sandalan ang iniharap niya sa akin. Saka siya naupo roon at ginawang pahingahan ng braso niya ang sandalan ng silya saka niya ako hinarap na may ngising aso sa mukha. Kaya ngayon, malinaw na malinaw na sa akin kung anong itsura nito... there's a scar of a wound from a knife near his eye of his eyebrow almost and almost reaches his eyelid. He's good looking too, but kinda dirty look and I noticed that there's no trace of goodness in him, it's just a dark presence and his eyes are like an eye of a d*ad fish.

Napatingin ako sa kasama nito at hindi ko maiwasan magulat sa nakita ko. Kahawig na kahawig niya si Vladimir. Nakatitig ito sa akin pero walang kaemo-emosyon ang mga mata nito. But I know he's not Vladimir! Vladimir has two red flaming eyes and this one infront of me has two brown eyes. What is the meaning of this? Is he the true Vladimir? So it's true that it was just a dream and they don't really exist in this world?

Palaasar! I went through my morning routine as usual and took a selfie in front of the mirror, admiring my look. My reflection showed off my green eyes, a trait I inherited from my father. Unlike my sisters, who share our mother's chestnut brown eyes, my green eyes stand out prominently. My eyebrows are impeccably groomed, framing my face perfectly. My eyelashes are long, thick, and naturally curled, adding to the striking look of my eyes.

When you looked at it, parang makikita mo lahat ng sakit na pwede mong danasin sa mga kamay niya, lahat ng takot na maari mong maramdaman sa tinging iyon, parang bang s********p pa ng mga mata niya ang kakuluwa mo. What? You're afraid now? He wrote. I blinked onto it for a second before writing a reply. Why should I? It looks like you are. I'm not. I am kinda scared, pero hindi ko maintindihan ang sarili ko. Kahit na natatakot ako katulad ng karamihan, mas gugustuhin ko pang manatili kasama siya. Argh, I'm being cringy again. Tinignan ko nanaman ang mga mata niya. Those stormy grey eyes are the most memorable for me. It's like no matter where I go or no matter what I do. That eyes will surel