Cerulean Eyes

• Emma Fuller, Grade 7
• Short Story
• 2022

Procidens in abyssum, falling into the abyss. I couldn’t breathe, recklessly twisting and turning trying to escape.

As if the world had apathy, they left me alone to endure the descent through the void. “Hello?” I called to the darkness, no answer not even a rustle. How did I get here? Involuntarily travelling throughout time. Time, how long have I been here, I started counting the seconds, 1,2,3,4,5.

5 seconds in silent agony until a light appeared at the end of the chasm. Finally, I’m almost out of this horrid, claustrophobic tunnel. The light got brighter, like a torch was being shined into my eyes. There was a metallic taste in my mouth as I sat up. A lavender scent around me. I took in as much oxygen as I could.

The taste lingered in my mouth as I looked at my surroundings, a glistening lake to my right and a small girl standing over me. She was saying something but it was incoherent. A tall man rushed over with 2 ladies in tow, ‘Who are these people? Where am I?’ I thought, I couldn’t speak. I could barely sit upright.

The ladies got to us, one with luscious black hair and olive skin, the other had fair skin and brown hair, my sisters. Suddenly everything clicked. I was outside by the lake feeding the ducks, then I slipped and fell into the water. It was like something pulled me into the murky depths.

There was a shift in the atmosphere, like a burden had been lifted. I looked back at the lake just to see a pair of cerulean eyes staring back at me. A couple of days passed after the accident. I kept seeing the eyes, they were cold at first but over time they softened.

I started to find comfort in the blue eyes, I found myself seeking them wherever I went. Day after day I saw the eyes, staring at me, in the sink, the lake, through the windows. They were following me.

Everyday I went to the lake desperate to find the cerulean eyes. I started journalling whenever I saw the eyes. 24th April 3:54pm in the lake, 27th April, 7:14am in the sink, 28th April 6:37pm through the window.

2 days passed.

I had to attend a party, I hadn’t seen the eyes yet that day, so there I sat, picking out a pair of earrings to wear, there were plenty of options but I chose delicate, golden suns.

I lifted my head to switch my earrings and caught a glance at myself in the mirror. I looked at my features, then I saw them. The cerulean eyes, staring at me, the same eyes that followed me everywhere, were my own.