Blood Tears - Diary Entry #2

Date: Unknown

I woke in some kind of hospital room, except the walls were padded and the metal bed poles were covered in foam. My arms were restrained in a jacket I knew all too well; a straight jacket. I sat up slowly and looked around my blank, white surroundings. I felt something wet against my cheek. Something was dribbling down my cheeks, I didn't know what it was, it had a strange texture to it. My mouth then hung open in horror and I screamed.

*Flashback*
I was in after school art and a sixth-former came in with a plate. On that plate was a pigs eye for her project, she had had to draw it or something. After talking to the girl for a bit our art teacher, Miss Bachelor was her usual strange self and asked if anyone wanted to come over and poke the pig eye. I poked it. The eye was rubbery but was also gooey, like it was turning into water.

That texture! That same gooey texture! I began to scream louder, something that felt like tears now streaming down my cheeks to join what was possibly my liquidating eyes. Some staff rushed inside, holding me down.
"What's going on?! Where am I?!" I wailed, not understanding anything. The staff stroked my hair soothingly and murmured such things like 'it's ok, you're safe with us'. After a long while one of them went out and came back with a sponge in some warm soapy water. She began to sponge the liquid from my face, I glanced at the water and saw what I had feared. There, drifting in the water was splashes of bright blue and a gooey white substance, the remains of my eyes.

I began to cry, I'm not sure how, I guess my tear ducts still worked. Soon the two staff, nurses, left. They had undone the straight jacket and took it with them, they gave me a crutch and told me to use it to feel my way about. There were now two things I was uncertain about; one, if my eyes had completely gone, how come I could still see? And two, how long had I been here for?

I huffed and shuffled to the small mirror above a sink. I sat down and stared at my reflection. I don't know how long it was that I sat there, just...staring into the mirror.

I had no eyes, but I had eyelids and lashes, it seemed that whatever happened to me only effected my eyes.

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"Charleen, you remember going into near the mines then they exploded, correct?"
I nodded when the officer and Doctors questioned me. We were in a small confined room, the walls were padded, of course, but the officer made no attempt at hiding the gun at his side. It seemed that everyone thought I was going to do something crazy.
The officer nodded and tidied the files up that had been spread across his side of the desk. "Right. I'm sure you know that you are now blind, being as you obviously cannot see. I am afraid that this is permanent. The people here are making arrangements, you can go home soon, being as you passed all the health checks. They will also pay to have someone teach you brail so you can still read."
I once again nodded to the officer.

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Home felt amazing after being inside that white walled hospital for so long. I lived in a foster home, but it was home to me, I knew no difference since I had been here since I was three years old. I sat on my bed and curled up, staring at the blank wall as someone with no sight would do; stare blankly. I didn't want to scare anyone by revealing that I could still see, mostly because I didn't want to end up as a lab rat. I sat up and turned my head to the window, it was an upstairs window so no one could be outside it, but there was. A vague shape outside my window. Possibly on the small ledge, but whoever it was must have had a profound sense of balance. I couldn't see them though, it was dark out, so I laid back down and closed my eyes. I convinced myself that I was hallucinating, that the drugs the doctors had fed me for pain and numerous other things hadn't worn off yet. I drifted off soon, wondering about the face at my window.