Young Writers Society

His eyes flicked over and locked onto mine. In that one simple movement my fate was sealed. The laughter that had been bubbling out of my mouth had come to a sudden halt. I quickly forgot what my friends were talking about, whatever it was that made me laugh, it no longer mattered.

All that mattered were those eyes.

Those deep black holes. It had no end and no beginning. All I knew in that moment was those eyes. As if I had not existed previously and promising me that I wasn't going to last much longer. The dank, dirty bar was still filled with mindless chatter and music to drown out any silence. Cries of joy and sadness were mixed in with this endless noise and yet I could hear none of it. It was as if someone had put on ear protectors on me to make sure none of the offending sounds could taint my precious ears. Still those eyes bored into mine. Something, somewhere is shouting. Shouting a word that was once as familiar to me as flying is to a bird. Yet that was an age ago. It no longer mattered.

All that mattered were those eyes.

Then, as quick as they had appeared, those eyes were gone. All too loud that horrible noise of reality came flooding back and I was forced back into the present. My friends were staring at me with looks of mock concern. Their faces searched mine endless, trying to demand an answer of where my mind had just been, and they of course found nothing. They continued their search out of morbid curiosity, as it was plain to anyone who bothered to look, that they were more 'worried' about my little episode than a friend should be. In fact you wouldn't even need to look too hard to see judgement in their common eyes. Why had their seemingly normal friend, who never did anything out of the ordinary, decided to stare at nothing in particular with such intensity and not respond to her name? It was all too clear to see that they did not see the eyes like I had. If they had they wouldn't be wasting their energy on such thoughts as they would know...

All that mattered were those eyes.

These worthless objects tore me away from those beautiful eyes. I looked back. My eyes darting back and forth desperately trying to find those peaceful eyes. Why couldn't I find them? I needed them. They made everything else drift anyway. I longed for that emptiness to return to me. Why did those useless 'friends' take them away from me? They were jealous. Yes, they were jealous. They hadn't seen the eyes. And they won't ever see them. Those eyes belong to me as much as they own my eyes. I shift my body towards the group of vermin around me and accuse them of what they did. I told them what vile creatures they are to have stolen those eyes from me and all they could do is stand their with blank looks. I want my eyes back! I scream this at them as I slam the object in my hand on the table in the middle of this group. Like the bugs they are they jump back in fright while worry and fear creep into their skin. One of them tries to reach out to me. Thinking he can calm me down with a few nice words in a soothing tone coupled with a soft grip on my arm. How dare he? How could he try and take my mind of off those eyes by slurring syllables at me, directing me to go home and to lay off the drink? He didn't understand that it doesn't matter. The alcohol, the words and our actions don't matter.

All that mattered were those eyes.

I shrugged off the offending flesh. I promptly told him what would happen to his little member that he so proud of if he tried coming near me again. Thankfully he slinked away with a nice shade of beetroot crawling up his neck and filling his cheeks. The others seem to finally realise that I am serious about finding my eyes. One of them suggested that they will help me find them again. Ha! The eyes are for me alone. They are not to be shared with a skanky little two legged being like her! I told her what I think of her 'fabulous' idea. She is not pleased, she told me. Thats fine. She was just in my way of finding the eyes. She floated away into the crowds as anger takes over. Now there were only three of my 'friends' remaining. They shuffled on their feet unsure of what to do or not do, not wanting to provoke me. Why couldn't they see that it didn't matter what they did?

All that mattered were those eyes.

As they continued their awkward stance, something switches inside me. I know these three remaining each had a part to play in taking me away from my eyes. I demanded to know how they each contributed. One had simply called out my name repeatedly. One had done the same but banged on the table as well to attract my attention. And the last one had decided to shake me to bring me out of my daze. These filthy bags of meat had dragged me away from my heavenly eyes and still stood there as if they had been in the right all along. No. They needed to be taught a lesson. Soon they would understand what really mattered. They would understand that what I had just experienced was unique in every way and they were the vicious criminals. And criminals needed to be punished else they never learned did they? I would make them understand.

All that mattered were those eyes.

Still holding onto that broken object I grip it slightly tighter. It sparkles, reflecting the only light in the suffocating room. I ran my thumb against one of the broken edges and a smirk filled my face. I concentrated on the only thing that matters. My eyes rested for a moment underneath my eyelids. I could feel my lungs empty and fill, calming my body. The arm that held my prized object lunged out to the side connecting with pulsing flesh just below one of my 'friends' chin. The sounds around me roar as they increase in volume yet I single out the most beautiful noises. The squirting of the liquid bursting from my 'friend' is almost enough to make me believe they have understood what mattered. The roar continued, alerting me to the fact that they had not yet been convinced. I yank my object back, and with the momentum, continued to swing it repeatedly into one of my other 'friends' once boring chest until it is made glorious. I retreated into my seat to look at my handy work and felt a swell of pride burn in my own chest. The screeching of a creature still not knowledgable took me out of my trance-like state. Oh yes, my last 'friend'. I climbed onto the table and slide over to her – the table being slippery with a delicious crimson liquid. A chuckle escapes me at the luck I have from her sitting in the middle of a circular booth as well as her unluckiness of her position. My legs slide either side of her as I made myself comfortable in her lap. Her noise wouldn't stop so I kindly removed the cause of problem and swiftly threw the odd piece of muscle over my shoulder. Her eyes tried to lock onto mine but I wouldn't have that! Only one set of eyes were allowed to do that. My special object came into play again as I make it slowly penetrate those boring, dull (and now) lifeless eyes. I'll give her credit. She did put up a good fight but she lacked clarity. She lacked the clarity that comes with knowing what mattered. Why couldn't they have understood?

All that mattered were those eyes.

I straightened up and stumbled out of the empty bar. There was a noise that approached on a repetitive loop. It never made it to me. I was off down the alley in search of those eyes. A turn here. A turn there. I could feel them calling to me the more I ran. Alley after alley I searched. And my hard work produced results. Finally, there they were. Just down this deserted alley, whose entrance was littered with discarded boxes. It reeked of neglect that spun a tale of how long it had been undisturbed. And there were my eyes. Right at the back where one passing the alley could never see unless they too ventured down it like I did. The crates at the entrance blocked the view of this precious sight from those who did not understand. With each step I got closer to my eyes. With each step my body trembled with anticipation. With each step my smile got wider. Once again I looked into his eyes. The pair of black holes told me what to do next. I couldn't contain my happiness at being given instructions from all that mattered. I brought my object, which I still clung to, to my mouth and helped my smile become wider. After my flesh could rip no more I listened to the eyes suggestion. I made a second smile for myself to declare my joy. Starting at one side, I had dug my object in my throat and continued to drag it across. My feeble body jolted with shock at my actions. After only a few small drags I had stopped making my smile. Unfortunately, my arm lacked the strength to finish the task. Shame began to wash over me. But it was fine, the eyes hushed to me soothingly, my actions tonight had been very impressive. He chided me for not remembering the most important thing. He told me he would let me see it as a reward as all light began to fade. His eyes flicked over and locked onto mine. Nothing else mattered as I felt the darkness swallow me.

All that mattered were those eyes.