A teaser of something I might write if enough people want me too. rating may change, if it does, I will let you know before hand... Came up with it in maths.
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Her soft eyes were showed by bags, it would look as if she hadn't slept for days, weeks, even. She had dark eye make-up on, to try to hide them, to accent her iris' of a silver colour. Her eyebrows, shaped, smooth and perfect. They were a dark, black, shade. The make-up curved upwards, making the impression that her eye, too, curved up. Her looked on, almost kindly, as if it had never looked onto any sort of anger or discomfort. They showed no pain, no sadness, but no love either. They tricked people, them eyes. People thought that they held kindness, love happiness, content, but they were all being fooled. Them eyes, they showed nothing, those eyes were no window to her soul, there were curtains in front. People saw what she wanted them to, but behind that, they were empty. They were never a window to her soul. They looked empty. They were just empty orbs. They held nothing, they had never held anything. No hate, no love, no happiness, no sadness, no lust, no anger. They just starred on, at nothing. Although the eyes showed nothing, they had witnessed hate, witnessed discomfort and discontent. They held her pain, those eyes did. They held it every night...as she cried, cried for what had happened. For what was happening. What had been happening every night from when she was 12...


What do you think? Oh, and you guys realize that my chapters are all quite short, right? And that this was a teaser...

~Ciousk