Dedicated to Pentaholic-ism101 because for some reason I can't explain they were really hyped up for this chapter. And thanks for voting 😮♡♡♡♡☆☆☆

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Darkness.
That was all there was.

He opened his eyes. Or at least he tried to.
Everything was groggy.
In slow motion. The loud ticking of the clock was enough to make him go crazy.
His hands reached up to his eyes. There were buttons?

His eyes slowly focused. It was like he was wearing a mask. Little holes to see through.
Finally he turned his head round. There was a note on the floor.
'To my dearest son' was written in cursive on top.

(The letter)
"To my dearest son.

I hope you like your eyes. Or at least you'l learn to love them.
I've been waiting for so long to see you with them! But I was only allowed to give you them when you're 15. That's always the way it's been. (But of course we had to wait abit as you were, erm . . . Unco-operative) Don't move an inch until I come back. And be quiet. Father's resting.
See you later son."

He had so many questions.
Unanswered questions.
Son?
She's never called me son. And she's always wanted to see me like this? That I'll 'learn to love them?'

In the distance a glimmer caught his eye.*
His head flipped round to see, that it was a giant, long mirror. He glared at it, seeing himself staring blankly back.
It was an ugly sight. He was thin, long and pale. His right arm practically had tiny holes in it. Probably from when she injected with what-ever the hell that was. Or maybe just out of fun. he thought to himself.

The most gruesome part was his own face.
There was a big scar down the left side of his face, but thay was always there. Ever since he could remember that had been there. By he never knew why. That just added to how horrible he looked. His bones were practically protruding out of his face. Dark redish-black rings around his eyes. Bruises on his face.He didnt know how those got there either.
Then there were his eyes, no, his button eyes. His eyes looked swollen even though he could see. Enormous round, dark green buttons. With green thread in between. They were exactly the same colour as his eyes. Or as he was told, he used to have the most grassy, dark emerald-green eyes.

But he'd never seen his own eyes or how he used to look. If he did see, it was too long ago. He just couldn't remember any more. His hand was slowly tracing over his face and broken features.

But didn't notice her walking in.

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* wHOOPS Sorry that's a ready bad and totally unintentional and unrational pun.But I'm gonna leave it in there.
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