Continuation of Miss Matching Eyes
“Who’s the monster now?” Her words echoed through my head as I got into my car. Was she right? Was I really a monster? I wasn’t doing anything wrong though. I was just trying to help her.
Or was it myself I was trying to help? I didn’t like hearing the comments because, in my mind, they were aimed at me. Every rude remark muttered at her was a reminder that I was different.
I looked at my matching brown eyes in the rearview mirror. I was such a coward. The lady was right, I was like a little, trained lap dog. I jumped through hoops for a small treat. I conformed so the comments would stop.
What would it be like to walk around freely like the woman in the coffee shop? Could I be as brazen as she was?
There was only one way to find out. I took the contact from my right eye and put it carefully in its container. I hesitated to look back at the rearview mirror. It had been a long time since I’d seen myself without my contact.
I raised my head and met the eerie stare of my mismatching eyes. I didn’t see my soft chestnut hair cut in a stylish bob. I didn’t see my high cheekbones or long lashes. All I saw was my green eye. Staring at me like the eye of a monster.
I set my jaw and got out of the car. I am not someone’s lap dog, I told myself and walked back into the coffee shop with my head forced high.
The people at the tables stared at me, probably wondering if I were going to throw another cup on the floor. I didn’t need another hot chocolate, but I walked to the counter and ordered one anyway. The barista blinked at me. I was a regular here, but I’d always had brown eyes.
I looked around boldly at the people in the shop as I waited for my order, as if daring them to laugh. No one did. They looked confused actually. They were probably wondering if the other lady with mismatching eyes put a spell on me. I almost laughed out loud. They probably thought she made my eyes like hers because I knocked her cup over.
“Bug Eyes the Second,” called the barista.
I smiled. I wasn’t someone’s pet or a monster. I was Bug Eyes the Second.
Prompt 41: Continue any other author’s story already posted to #FFC52 over the past 41 weeks
This story is a continuation of Kaleiyah-P’s story Miss Matching Eyes.