Oof, Something I Never Got To Finish

It's interesting how our eyes work. How some can use them so well, while some don't have the gift of sight. It's also interesting that some seem to lose their eyesight in such simple ways, it's amazing me every day.

At times I wonder how we can become permanently blind? And in what way someone could torture only the eyes of someone? It'd be a good yet short cycle.

God, it's wonderful thinking of all the things you can do to someone, it's almost tempting to try out new versions and methods.

I might even try to get her to help me with this small project~! I mean, her eyes will probably be gone but...watching her lose the ability to live like most other people while slowly going insane will be a pleasure.

Wait, I'm late for school, dammit-

I put my coat on and began running towards my school, the name of which wasn't interesting for anyone. I bet some of the kids going there wouldn't give two fucks about the name. It's just a way to make the places differ.

When I got there, I quickly and quietly ran over to my class, slipped in while the teacher was facing the blackboard, and sat in my seat with my books neatly set on my table. Along with my head on top of them as they were used as a pillow.

After school, since I won't be explaining something I honestly forgot, I walked home with that small bit of excitement showing up in my eye. After the 7 minute walk I went in my house, prepared all of the items I'd be using in the basement, and watched Netflix until it was nighttime.

People might be thinking that screams can be heard better at night. They're not wrong, but at night if you have a decent way to muffle the screams, you're fine. I mean, just tying something around the person's mouth would be completely alright.

Once the clock had hit the time I had awaited, I went to my room, changed into slightly darker colored clothing, and jumped out of my window onto the cold grass, taking a breath of the fresh and chilly air.

I'm not happy with the lack of inspiration I'm having. Writer's block is a shit and a half. I won't be finishing this. Have fun thinking about your own desired ending, and make it as delightfully bloody and filled with pain as possible. It'll be my pleasure to read it.

Or make it innocent~!

All I was planning on doing with this was make the protagonist take out their eye because of how the torture they caused the certain girl looked like pleasure and bliss to them. Have fun doing your stuff, or just thinking. I'm tired.

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