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The Darkness of Daylight |
| Written by Alex Hodson | |
| Saturday, 05 July 2008 | |
I can hear them, even touch them, yet I desperately wish I could see them. I wish I could see the faces of those creators of suffering. Do I dare try to see the face of a boy who strives to cause pain? Are they monsters? Do they look grotesque? I can imagine their dirty smiles. Smirking. Sneering. Laughing at the poor little blind boy in the dirt, stuck in the mud like some helpless animal. They are waiting to put me out of my misery. I can sense it in their voices, in some of them I hear pity, it makes me angry. Disgusted. I remember when I was younger. I could see things then. The endless colours that stretched into the distance of my vision, the greens, blues, reds and all of the colours of the rainbow would leap up in front of me and dazzle my mind. They were beautiful. They exist only in my memory now. They are but vague blurs of what they once were. I remember the smiles of my parents, the intriguing contortions of people's faces. There are endless possibilities in the world of sight. Millions of snapshots that flicker in front of you bringing new experiences, new thrills. I remember when it began to fade. It all turned to a blur, a mix of dull colours and then that never-ending darkness that still can't be broken. I can imagine almost anything, the open realms of the make-belief are at my fingertips. Yet I crave a dose of reality, I want to see the world as it truly is. But I can't. That's that. My first day of school was where it began. The name-calling rang in my ears. They pelted stones at me one time and kept doing it until I collapsed in pain. Treading on my fingers, laughing, jeering. I became the scapegoat for all of their pathetic problems in life . During that time nobody wanted to know me. They still don't. It's my curse I guess. Why have things turned out like this for me? Why must I struggle through life while others get through it freely and ignorantly? Why, why, why... One of these days they'll take it too far, they'll try to sneak up on me, they'll think they're being sneaky and cunning. No. I'll hear their breath. I'll feel it on the back of my neck and I'll strike, bring them down into the dirt, wipe those unseen smiles from their faces and end the days of their bullying. My pain. If only that would happen. If only I could get that one opportunity to show them what a mistake they made. One day I'll do it. I will. You'll finally see. I'll bring them onto their knees and see how they like it. They'll scream but I'll be merciless and swift. I'll laugh at them and enjoy it. The little blind boy has grown up, oh yes. They'll find that out. The little blind boy shouldn't be messed with. I'll make them pay. I'll make them wish they had been nicer to me. I'll turn their daylight into darkness. Copyright 2008 Alex Hodson |
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