Lucid Smoke

Her eyes. A vibrancy of no other. Bluer than sky, but blacker than sin all the same. I wanted her eyes. I wanted to steal them right from their sockets. To have them for myself. The girl herself was horribly abhorrent with plain brown stringy hair that resembled a dirty mop used by Cinderella. Her pale face was covered in red blemishes that took up half her face. Big ugly brown freckles spotted her cheeks and gave her the feel of an out of place leopard. The only thing attractive about this girl was her eyes. Eye's like lucid smoke, clear but still there. I will take her eyes.

Yesterday I talked to her. Even her voice was ugly. Deep like a man's. But the whole time she was talking I stared at her eyes. She told me she liked me. I don't care. I just want her eyes. The last thing I want her eyes to see is me. To grace me with that beauty. That love. I told her to meet me afterschool behind the gym. That's where I'll do it. I'll kill her, and take her lifeless eyes with me.

It was dark when she made it out. She was dressed in her normal, a long tee shirt, and baggy jeans. I wanted to rip those off and strangle her till the light leaves her Smokey eyes. She made her way toward me and her hand outspread to grab me. I pulled her into a hug, and I felt hot bitter tears soak through my shirt. Tears from her eyes. I wanted to see her cry. To watch tears flow from her eyes. I pulled back and viewed her tears. Small wet tears trailed from her eyes to her chin, and fell to the ground in small puddles. I gripped my knife behind my back and revealed it. She saw it and let out a loud scream that fell deaf upon others ears. I pulled back and rammed the knife deep in her chest. Her blood spilled from her chest by the gallons. My name fell flat out of her lips.

"Darren…"

I stabbed her again and again until her screaming stopped. I was covered in blood and sin. I had done it. I killed her. I went to take her eyes but...but her eyes. They weren't the same. They were cold. Lifeless. Still.

Then I realized I had killed the only thing I loved.

Her eyes.

This morning I committed suicide. I hung myself in my bathroom. I left a note telling what I had done, and why I did it. But why did I do it? I don't know. I was insane at the time. Crazy in blood lust. But for the rest of my life in hell, I will always remember her eyes.

Lucid Smoke

Just a short little one-shot! It's really really short I know, but I did that on purpose. It's like a cool little 'Tell tale heart' thing, but It's differnet. I thought I'd add a bit of horror which happens to be my favorite, so tell me how I did. Was little darren scary, or insane? TELL ME!