Watching 1

The eyes of the many people who watch us have different meanings for everyone. Some people love being watched by others, so to them eyes are like beams of warm light wrapping around their bodies. Some feel happiness. Some feel ecstasy. And some feel protected. Either way, they all love being watched.

Some people don't care if they're being watched, so they see eyes as a faint gust of wind that comes and goes. They feel nothing towards the winds, so they simply continue on with their lives.

And then there are some people, like me, who hate being watched by other people. We see eyes as daggers that are ready to pierce our skin after we make one wrong move. Anxiety, fear, hatred, embarrassment, pain. Every feeling we get is negative.

Sometimes, the way we see eyes can change. We may see them as daggers now, but eventually we may see them as beams of warm light. But the same can be said on the other side. That warm light could turn into daggers.

For me, it's kind of hard to ignore the hundreds of daggers pointing at me constantly. So I thought: "Why can't I have my own daggers?"

I mean, it's merely self-defense, right? They're the ones who drew their weapons first, right? So it's only fair that I draw my own...

...right?

Nowadays, I don't have to worry about those daggers anymore. I never thought that I would cut them so easily, but I managed to get rid of them. Now I can stay huddled up in my corner, completely safe and out of harms way.

Though, I do wonder. Why did those daggers that I cut so efficiently and precisely turn into a deep red?

Well, I guess it's fine. The wet deep red does make for a nice decoration...

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