12-07-2017, 08:12 PM
I existed because I dreamed
The deep baritone of my voice had startled the man in front of me. I myself jump too, for no other reason other than the fact he had done it first, and I wasn't expecting it (silly me, he is blind, one should expect a bit of fright). My eyes observe the swing of his head in my general direction, how he blinks his eyes and begs for sight, the furrow of his brow and his anxious questioning. He's not used to it... I think to myself. He must be newly blind...
Empathy swells within my breast, how awful a fate that must be. I reach my muzzle out to touch his shoulder, as my father had when I was a child, but I stop myself. He is a stranger, and that wasn't how strangers acted around each other. Instead, I bring my scarred head back to my chest, staring down at the stallion before me.
"I'm sorry," Words flow breathlessly from my lips. "I didn't mean to startle you. I'm Scissorhands." Still, my name feels strange on my tongue. I know it well and have been called it many times, but have rarely introduced myself to anyone. Anxiety clouds my mind (should I run from him now, or should I stay and talk?). I let out a gentle snort, trying to keep the ever-growing storm within me calm.
Scissorhands
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