User:Cannibal-instincts

Sometimes I wonder what it would be like if I didn't have eyes.

I mean, just imagine.

You adjust the bloodied bandage on your face and turn your head, nervously playing with your fingers. You feel something touch your arm gently and you flinch, stepping back into a wall. You wince as your mother takes you by the arm again, reassuring you that it will be okay, while leading you towards the car. You hear the click of your seat belt and the slam of the door, followed by the sound of footsteps walking to the other side of the car. The trip is silent, aside from the sound of the engine and the car bumping over the rough road. You feel the car slow down and you're suddenly overcome with a sense of dread, you already know what the people at school will think, you feel around for the seat belt, pressing the button and opening the door. You feel your mothers hand on your arm as she helps you out, leading you towards the gates. Your best friend rushes over to you, greeting your mother before taking your arm. You smile in the direction of where you think your friend is, and say goodbye to your mum as you're pulled away from the gates. You can hear everyone whispering, and your name is mentioned more than you care to admit. Your fears were confirmed, as you overheard the rumors of what happened, some of them more accurate than others.

You flinch as the bell rings, looking around frantically as the sound of your peers voices gets louder. People push past you and your friend, and you begin to panic as you get swept away by the crowd, ending up in an empty corridor. You spin around, the sounds of children and teachers having died out. You cover the bandage over your empty sockets with your hands, biting your tongue to hold in the tears. The salty liquid stinging the bloody sockets as you try to find your friend.

You scream as something grabs your wrist, roughly yanking you backwards. You fall back, hitting your head on the ground and curling up in pain, the 'thing' that had grabbed you pressed a cold blade to your neck. The laugh that followed made your blood run cold, your endless pleas for help only seemed to amuse 'it' and for a moment it felt like you were going to die. You couldn't stop the tears. The pain was like nothing you had ever felt before, the agonizing scream you let out was enough to alert the whole school, not that any of them would care.

The ten minutes that followed seemed like forever.

You didn't know that 'it' had left, the pain you felt had covered up the feeling of the blade being pulled away. The blood pounding in your head covered up the sound of your friend running towards you. You only knew someone was there when you felt a hand touch your forehead. You screamed again, sobbing as you tried to push them away.

"(Y/N) Calm down! It's me!" They shouted over the sound of your screams.

You shook your head and stood up shakily, running as fast as you could away from the sound of their shouts. You put your hands out in front of you and slammed into a wall. Quickly getting up, you felt around for a door.

You pressed your ear against the door and listened carefully, opening it once you realized no one was inside, closing it behind you, you slid down against it, covering your mouth to muffle the never ending sobs.

You finally understood what it was like to be afraid of the dark.