Today, a girl asked me why I looked like I had been sleep deprived, staring into my eyes like I'd just committed the most nefarious crime and she was the judge, sentencing my years to me.
I blinked at her, and let her question evaporate into the air, turning my head to face the deeply stained whiteboard.
"He looks like that because doesn't sleep, Natalia. He's just a freak."
Eyes fell on me, waiting for a response. The eyes burned holes into my chest and back, especially hers'. Hers' hurt the most.
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9:24pm;
march 13th.
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forest eyes | ✖️ | wattys2017
Short Storyhe can't sleep, and often doubts that he ever will again. in which an insomniac boy finds his way through everything he deals with, especially the torment of his pure dark green eyes, and his dark past.
