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"When did my eyes become like this...?"

A page from Nick's Journal:

August 20 20xx

I need to write this before I forget. I feel absent minded sometimes, ever since "he" came a few weeks ago. Maybe doing this will help me remember. My eyes were a normal dark brown color before. I remember hearing voices and then waking up to a feeling of someone choking me, but no one was there. I tried to break free, scratching, punching, gasping for breath. I remember looking in a mirror. Focusing on my eyes, pushing this "entity" down inside me if that makes any sense. My eyes began changing colors... the left one a pale blue, the right one a dark red. Then everything got really quiet. I could breath again. Through the reflection in the mirror I saw someone standing behind me. A tall man... I couldn't make out his face, and when I turned around he was gone. Everything seemed fine for a few days.. except my eyes of course. Everyone thought I was wearing contacts, and of course no one believed what happened. Fuck this... maybe wearing an eye patch will help stop the questioning.

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This is my submission for Monthly theme "Mood"
The mood I am trying to portray is a feeling of despair/pain

Nick is a Dollshe Saint on a 66cm Classy Doll body

Description
"When did my eyes become like this...?"

A page from Nick's Journal:

August 20 20xx

I need to write this before I forget. I feel absent minded sometimes, ever since "he" came a few weeks ago. Maybe doing this will help me remember. My eyes were a normal dark brown color before. I remember hearing voices and then waking up to a feeling of someone choking me, but no one was there. I tried to break free, scratching, punching, gasping for breath. I remember looking in a mirror. Focusing on my eyes, pushing this "entity" down inside me if that makes any sense. My eyes began changing colors... the left one a pale blue, the right one a dark red. Then everything got really quiet. I could breath again. Through the reflection in the mirror I saw someone standing behind me. A tall man... I couldn't make out his face, and when I turned around he was gone. Everything seemed fine for a few days.. except my eyes of course. Everyone thought I was wearing contacts, and of course no one believed what happened. Fuck this... maybe wearing an eye patch will help stop the questioning.

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This is my submission for Monthly theme "Mood"
The mood I am trying to portray is a feeling of despair/pain

Nick is a Dollshe Saint on a 66cm Classy Doll body