The Fire
I was tired, my bloodshot eyes gazed blankly. I entered a house, I think I recognized it. It's all a blur. I remember a fire, adding to the burning sensation in my overused eyes. Burn, I remember screaming. I can't remember what I was burning, but I remember it was important. A girl came up to me, I think I knew her I remember hate, a beautiful face. Hate. I had one emotion in control, hatred to kill. She did something to me, I think. I killed her, I think. It's all a blur. The eyes hurt. But only one worked. In the struggle, the girl had jabbed at me with a fire poker, gouging out a deep depression where my eye used to be. I bandaged it. I took the girl outside, to hide her, I think. Voices coming from the shed. Could the see me? Was I the reason they were there? I dropped the girl and reentered the house, I think, it's all a blur.