The Girl With Amber Eyes

One glance, one single second of eye contact, BOOM.

You’re gone.

The Amber Eyes draw you in, snatch you out of thin air.

You want more, more of the hot coals, the vibrant red, the instant relief.

You lose all control.

You fall in, clueless, oblivious, and unaware, except to those Eyes.

You want them, a yearning that will never be fulfilled.

Then you fall.

Into the black, dark void which drops over you like a huge blanket that traps you under, holding you captive there.

Then the pain comes.

It stabs you sharply when you least expect it.

You are jolted off your feet, suspended in the air, suddenly learning to despise The Eyes.

You hate not having control, not being in charge. You try to push it off, to run away.

But the Eyes keep you standing, they keep you living.

They tell you if you look away, dead.

So you keep eye contact.

You stare viciously into those golden, amber eyes, swearing to yourself not to turn away.

Then, once more the Eyes make you come in. They’re inviting. Welcoming even.

Then one by one your senses fail.

First, you lose consciousness. You can no longer see those Eyes except for the image burnt into your brain. You are aware, but not conscious.

Next, your hearing fails. The once noisy hallway outside of the janitor’s closet disappears. You can only hear blankness, white noise. There is nothing there.

Then falls your sense of smell. The silvery, glittery, golden smell of the Girl With Amber Eyes fades into nothingness. you can not longer understand what is happening.

it is happening too fast for sense to be made.

The taste of your leftover breakfast on your tongue leaves you. You find yourself missing the backwashed breakfast on your tongue. But it’s too late. Those Amber Eyes have caught you in the act.

The last sense is touch. You try to use it, feeling your way to nothingness but it’s far too late to try. The Amber Eyes have demolished you into nothing.

Now as your last sense leaves you, you crumple, merely nothing.

Then you’re gone.

Nothing.

Dead all because of those Amber Eyes.

You loved them, you worshipped and cherished them, yet they turned on you and tore you apart.

The Girl With Amber Eyes replaced her shades and walks away, leaving a dead, destructed, senseless body in the janitor’s closet of the high school.