2A/N: Inspired by neawrites 's writing style on Tumblr. Based on some head-cannons for Wisely I made. Please R&R.
Even if you know what's coming, you're never prepared for how it feels.
The stick sliced open my sealed eye, the biggest one first. Black blood slid slickly over my face, sticky and sickly sweet smelling. My arms and legs were bound, and besides if I struggled, they'd cut me up worse. I bit my lip, though a few desperate screams came out anyways.
I wanted them to stop. To leave me alone.
"Ew, it has black blood!"
"Don't touch it, it's poisonous!"
A giggle.
"Black spider blood~"
"Does each eye bleed a different color?"
Cut. Slice. Snap. Open. Something's wrong. Why are my eyes open? Is that me screaming?
"No, they're all the same color."
"FREAKY FIVE EYES, STOP SCREAMING!"
That one beat the stick over and over into my side. My screams died. My mind went all white.
I remember the softness first, then the warm arms holding me close. Everything was burning. My mouth was as dry as the paper I am writing this down on. I remember screaming again until my throat was hoarse and achy I hurt so much and I didn't know why. I remember soft comforting words...I passed out again.
That was the day I started hating myself.
Three days after, my mother gave me her favorite patterned scarf to keep warm in the cold wave coming through our town. The seals of my demonic eyes were already back, but now the lids were crusted with black. We were moving soon, so in a moment of idiocy, I thought my mother gave me the scarf to wrap around the bandages over my eyes. But she looked at me and said,
"Wisely, don't hide away your blessings from a world full of blindness and fear."
At least, something like that. That was too formally written for my mother's words. My mother would have been more blunt about it, but still kind. I can't remember much about her anymore...such a shame.
Anyways, I pretended the scarf was a turban when Tyki asked me to play with him that day, trying to brighten me up.
I pretended to read his palms, all goofily "mysterious", and the twerp couldn't stop laughing at the absolute absurdity coming out of my eating hole. Tyki succeeded, by the way, in brightening me up. But I still was bruised all over and it hurt especially to laugh with him. That didn't matter though.
I realized, then, how much my family matters to me.
I couldn't live without them.