She Had Nightmares in Her EyesI was only eight when my parents told me I would have a new sister, a girl one year younger than I am. They told me she lived a sad and scary life, and that no matter how she may act, I had to show her plenty of love and kindness or she would never heal.She Had Nightmares in Her Eyes3 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
People in uniforms brought her in, a girl with dark eyes and messy hair that swept forth and covered her face, making her seem like she wasn’t really there; she was more like a shadow than a person. My parents talked to her with words filled with love and light, but I merely stood back and observed this girl who seemed like she was from a world far different from mine. Her eyes were glazed and unseeing, and it seemed like none of the words she could hear, but my parents continued nonetheless.
I ventured a hello to her, but the words seemed to drown in the emotionless darkness that she wore like a protective cloak.
The girl had nightmares in her eyes.
When she was taken to her bedroom, a pretty room of pink and dolls