There is a recurring flash of memory that hits me from time to time of a place before I was reborn.
I face the wall of the darkest place, of the darkest house, of the darkest time.
I've always had these eyes but I have not tried to find out if I can see.
My body stays silently stationary in an emotionless state.
Maybe it's cold but I don't have any feelings.
I heard some dust form around my eyelids.
Sometimes my mind would try to stay sane. It would daydream of that other world. The world of laughter, of motion and energy, and of light hitting color and shape.
Working its way through my dry throat, what was this I heard? My pan face stood with no emotion, yet a horrible ring echoed through my ears. A giggle had escaped my deserted center. It was such a loud noise in this dark place of this dark house.
More giggles came dripping out like a leaky faucet. My ears were crying with disbelief from this parade of chuckles and snickers. Maybe my eyes were showing horror.
No, I saw something else! Something so terrible it would drive you completely insane if I ever told you. Why did I keep laughing? My laughter rang in my ears at deafening measures, assisting the flank of the horrible truth that pierced into these eyes.
Scorched from the flames of my madness, it only seemed like a good idea to lift my hands to my face and pull out this horrifying vision from my raving sockets. I tugged my eyeballs completely from the unsuspecting tissue.
I did not hear the last drop of blood fall off my face.
Maybe I smiled.
It was quiet again.