I woke up with the oddest feeling that I shouldn't be awake. You know, like the feeling you get when you wake up at 3am on a school night, and your alarm doesn't go off 'til 6? And there's something in the back of your head wondering why and how you woke up. I felt like I had a dream that I couldn't remember. Only, it felt much more real that just a dream. My head hurt so badly I was certain something was very wrong. When I finally opened my eyes, something was different.

I blinked a few times, in hopes that what I was seeing wasn't real, but it was. I looked at the pool of dull, maroon blood and nearly fainted, but I was so focused on that corpse's eyes that I remained standing.

They were hazel. Not a stunning, bright green hazel. Not the kind of hazel that lures people in with a trick of lights, taunting them with a bright green that slowly shifts to a warm caramel. No, mine were a hazel that only ever told you brown; but when you got closer, hinted to being green. When I was younger I used to wish I had green eyes more than anything, because my eyes were an ugly, dull brown. Maybe it was all that wishing, or maybe I had just never really looked at my eyes hard enough before. Either way, one day, I did take a hard look into my own eyes and noticed a distinct forest green tint to them that held also golden flakes.

My shiny, copper red hair was now a damaged, dreary auburn and my pale skin was nearly grey. Those eyes, however, remained unaffected by death, untouched by the lack of life. Those eyes stared back at me, pleading me to undo what I had done; those eyes were somber and unforgiving. They knew.

I started to feel overwhelmed and dizzy, and fainted to the falling feeling of weightlessness.