So many Eyes (Engelsk)

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It all started a nice summers evening. It was August, and the sky was bright blue, even though t was past twelve. I was on my way to brush my teeth, but some beautiful violet clouds catch my eye.
I looked up at the bright sky with the purple clouds, when I saw it. It was a middle-aged man, in a dark coat. He walked past my window, and I saw the tail from a brown-spotted white dog.
It wasn’t the fact that the dog’s nature suddenly called, and the man quickly looked backwards before hurrying away. It was simply the fact, that I had watched him, and he would never know. He was unaware of that fact.
It wasn’t because I had some kind of sick need for attention, but it was just… He had been watched, and didn’t know.
I thought about all the times when I had gone for a walk, all the times when I had went running, (Witch actually wasn’t that big a number) But all the times where I had thought that nobody saw me jump on weird ways, or just thought that nobody heard my crackling singing.
Maybe you never could be alone. Never.
I didn’t like the thought, but maybe that was just how it worked.
The next days, I used more of my attention to think about all the things I had heard and seen, that people didn’t think I had.
I’d once seen Pete stick a finger up his nose. I’d twice seen Natalie take Jamies pencil, and I had seen plenty of the boys scratch their butts while they thought no one looked.
But how many times had strangers seen me, while I didn’t see them?

From that day, I promised myself that I would never be the person who was unaware of someone watching me, I would be the person who was aware of someone watching me.

It wasn’t like I saw crazy yellow eyes staring at me behind every corner, and I didn’t feel the need to flee from a gazing enemy.
At least not in the start.
My life continued as always, with a few changes. I grew used to look twice before doing anything, and I looked everywhere. It was just small things. Like every time I had to scratch my ear, I even looked behind me, and if I was n a room full of people, (As in school) I frequently gazed around to see who was staring at who.
I was getting better at it, and I started to realise how many people there existed in the world. When I walked home from school I always saw people in the windows, and they often looked at me.
And as I grew better to discover eyes and places where they could be, I also saw it more frequently.
It started to be a reaction. A kind of nerve. Every time I came somewhere, I looked around for places where there could be people I didn’t know could be there.
And there actually was many places where there could be people. But nothing missed my eye.
Nothing!
Nothing, nothing, nothing!
I saw everything, and was glad.
But also a little stressed. It was without a doubt hard work to see everything.
But I managed.

“Mark is looking at you” The low giggle from Juliet made my head snap up. It spun for a moment. “What is he?” I was confused, tired, but most of all I was mad.
I had missed it.
“He is l-looking at you.” Juliet said confused. She had giggled as if I should have been a good thing that he was looking at me.
I quickly looked at him, and he smiled a crooked shy smile.
I tried not to hiss, and stared angry at him. His eyebrows pulled together in a confused what-the-heck?-expression.
I had failed.
Really thought I saw everything, but I had missed something as basal as a look from a boy across the room.
From that moment I doubled my thoughts and I used every moment awake to stare, look, localisation and more staring. Even in my dreams I walked the familiar streets and every time I found new places where somebody could be. I saw new windows in the houses, and discovered that also could recognize a person from a block away, so they could see me from their windows.
Could a cat stare?
The black-and-white cat over there did it anyway.
Even the cats stared. And the dogs. The dogs just gazed with that lazy eyes, and if they didn’t, then they stared with hungry and wild eyes.
But all the animals could hide in much less place.
In the brush. The cats could be in the trees. They could see me!
Old men walked with their big dogs, and the men smiled with hungry looks and the dogs groaned and hissed. Sometimes they barked. The old people always stared with a fake smile. They Stared!
The younger persons didn’t bother smiling. They just gazed at me as if I was a horse they was about to buy.
And the kids all turned their heads as I walked by the play grounds.
New windows appeared in every wall, and they was always people behind the glasses, looking with huge eyes.
Sometimes it was a old man. Sometimes it was a young mother with a spoon in the right hand. And sometimes it was a little girl, hugging her huge black cat to her chest.

But then, they started appearing in the brushes. I didn’t tell my mother. She stared too. And my teacher also looked at my with big eyes that clearly told me that I was unwelcome.
As I walked home, I suddenly saw a pair of deep brown eyes in a familiar brush. A tall boy I knew from school stepped out from the brushes, but he didn’t speak. He just stared like everybody else.

And then, one morning, I woke up and stared into a deep set of yellow eyes. I cried, and jumped up.
When I came home, a teddy bear gazed at me with dull interest. The teddy was cute, but, honestly, I was fourteen. I didn’t play with teddies.
But in my dream, the teddy had friends, and they all stared at me. But I was blind. I could feel their gazes, but I could see them.
And then some cool hands were shaking me. My eyes flew open, just to stare in two light blue eyes.
“Honey, what is wrong… you screamed”
I knew something was said to me, but I did not know what it said, cause I still felt their gazes.
But I could only see the stare of the big motherly blue eyes, filled with concern and pity.

I couldn’t take it. I jumped up and ran. I was out of the house in no time. I flew to the woods, and thought I would feel safe there. But no. The animals stared, and I couldn’t see one of them. No matter what.
But I fell asleep. And I woke up to many concerned eyes. I laid in a white soft bed, and there were many people with big different staring eyes. They wore a mask, and one pair of the eyes presented them self as Nurse Ashley.

It only meant one thing to me, More eyes.
Stress overwhelmed me, and I happily passed out once more.

Wow...
Er så'n lidt mund/finger/skrivelam, lige nu... Den er godt nok fedt skrevet! Og uhygsom o.o Og så er den så... levende beskrevet, som om man virkelig selv har det så'n, eller du har.
Den er virkelig god. Like, virkelig o.o
Wow..

Ciaran skrev:

Wow...
Er så'n lidt mund/finger/skrivelam, lige nu... Den er godt nok fedt skrevet! Og uhygsom o.o Og så er den så... levende beskrevet, som om man virkelig selv har det så'n, eller du har.
Den er virkelig god. Like, virkelig o.o
Wow..

*stjæler Sii's kommentar.. For det er heelt rigtigt, hvad hun siger.. Vældig godt.. meget smukt.. og uhygsomt.. og fedt! Og på engelsk og alt muligt XD*

Aaaarw! Virkelig? Nice! Tak mennesker =D
*blush*

You know we lårve you C:

Jeg kan ikke helt finde ud af om den er opdigtet eller virkelig!? o.o
Det er ikke noget der er sket i virkeligheden vel?
- For den er virkelig uhyggelig, sådan psykisk uhyggelig som "Mænd der hader kvinder" og efterfølgerene!
Ens fingre bliver svedige, og man kan ikke lade være med at tænke på om det en dag sker for en selv!
GODT skrevet All'pige! Den er meget realistisk og super godt fortalt *og som de andre siger, på engelsk ._.*

Wow, hvor får du dine evner fra!?
Kan man eventuelt låne lidt? xD

Iiih, altså! Tak for al den ros, men jeg fortjener den altså ikke^^
I må nu altså også gerne komme med kritik ^^'
-Og btw, så har jeg dog aldrig oplevet det xD Men jeg har tit tænkt over når jeg så folk, ogde ikke så mig, og omvendt, med det gør mig ikke så meget ^^"