I Can See His Eyes

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Mikey,

I’m scribbling in the dark tonight. Sending words to you is where I still turn.

I can see his eyes. They are green eyes just like mine. They look at me without blinking. He doesn’t move. He doesn’t cry anymore. He just looks at me with my green eyes.

I can’t move. I know it will do no good. I can’t reach him or touch him. The evil won’t let me. Each time I try, he stomps on my broken fingers again or kicks me so hard it lifts me off the ground. No matter what, I can just see his eyes.

I can see his eyes now even through all the tears. How is that possible? He’s not even blurred.

I squeeze my eyes shut. They are is tightly closed as I can make them. No matter, for I can still see his eyes. They still just look at mine.

I would gouge my eyes out if that would make it go away but I know, even then, I would still see his eyes.

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UPDATE: I'm sorry this has been so slow in developing but the real world has been in the way and, I'm not ashamed to admit this, the memories I have to bring forth do not always inspire me to write. Instead, they make me want to play those old songs and wallow in the memories for too much time to admit. I do write, though, and there is much more coming soon -- filler for the notes and hints of events. Those words are coming.

I know it is hard to read a lot of disjointed notes and keep any kind of interest. The "meat" will find its way.

Let me add. I have written the last part. No, that is not really true. Jane wrote the last part but I have finally come to realize that note, that long, painful note is the only way for this all to end.