“She was blind at birth, a rare defect due to complications in the womb. Her eyes were simply decorative, a set of empty spheres that contributed nothing to her life. Although she had never seen another pair of eyes or even the color of her own in a mirror, she could not escape the word itself.
Every day of her life her mental stability was eroded away by the incessant mentioning of eyes. She was constantly reminded of what she didn't have and what all those speaking to her possessed. She began to covet what rested inside others' sockets; she wanted to replace her defunct eyes with someone else's.
One evening her nightly attendant was helping prepare her for bed. She did not know that a kitchen knife had gone missing from the table a few hours earlier and seemed perfectly oblivious to her fate. As the assistant began to help her undress, she drew the knife out from underneath her and stuck it into the warmest part of her torso over and over until she ceased to move. She then felt her way up her chest to her face, and carefully removed her eyes with the caution of a surgeon. As she held them in her hand, she swore she could already start to see the moonlight shining in from her window.” -M.D. Walter