There
is 30 different parts to the human eye. Each part does a specific job, each as
important as the next. That year I studied every single part. What draws me to
the human eye is that each one is different but yet the same just like the
human soul. Everyone has a set of eyes, two eyes that share the same purpose as
the other. Everyone is supposed to have one soul, but we haven’t scientifically
discovered if that is true or not. That school year I studied everything that I
could, and on my 10th birthday my parents took me to a children’s museum.
They figured since I was studying that going to this museum would be fun for
me. It was fun, but for a lot different reasons than I could ever imagine. It
was my first taste of fresh blood, my first time causing pain to another human
being.
I was
having the time of my life, bouncing from one exhibit to the next. I was like a
kid in a candy store with free credit. The thing that interested me the most
was this museum had a huge model of the human eye that you can take a part and
put back together again. This thing was about as big as a beach ball, but so
very detailed. My parents decided to just leave me to my own while they took a
break on a bench outside the exhibit. I was sitting there taking the eye apart
and putting it back together, carefully studying each and every part. The next
part is kind of a blur, but next thing I knew I was being dragged away by a
large man with his hand over my mouth. I am not sure how this man was able to
sneak up behind me, but I guess it was because I was paying so much attention
to the model eye.
Now I
really didn't know what this man’s plan was for me, but I knew it wasn't going
to be good. He pulled my body through the hallways behind the museum. I tried
my best to get away but he was much stronger than I was. Next thing I knew he
slammed my body up against some boxes in this dark room. The man couldn't have
been much older than 40, and looked like he was the janitor or something. I
forced myself back as far as I could go while he was coming out me. Screaming
for him to let me go, but he just smiled and laughed. He began to rip my shoes
off of my feet. At this point I was stuck up against the wall with no place to
go. I feared that I was going to die, but if you are reading this then you know
I have made it. That man was determined to make sure that I wasn't going to
make it out of there alive.
The man
was getting closer and closer, and then I saw it. Right there on his waste was
a tool belt, and on that belt I saw a screw driver. As he got closer to me I
reached out and grabbed that screw driver. He looked at me kind of stunned as I
gripped that screw driver harder and harder. Tears running down my face, my
little life in the hands of this mad man, it took everything in my soul to do
what I did next. I planted that screw driver into the left eye of this man.
Blood squirted all over me, but I was able to escape after that. I started
running back through the hallways not knowing where I was going. Luckily for me
someone from the staff heard me and was able to take me the police. I told them
what happened and where the man took me to. The police went back to that room
but there was no man. There was a sign of a struggle, and the shoes that I left
behind. But on the floor was a puddle of blood, the screw driver that I grabbed
from the man’s belt, and his eye attached to the screw driver.
This
was my first taste of blood, but not my last. This made something snap in me,
and I became something else, something not human. That day was the end of my
childhood, something I would never recover from, but something I don’t want to
forget. It was my birthday in many ways. The day I was born, and the day I was
truly born. Born. Survived. Rebirth. A new start.
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