I Can See Everything Novels & Stories

Beyond the smiling expression I can't see through to the truth I'm fine just smiling along with you Even if someone wrote me a hint I can't read it because it's written too small I can only start digging little by little Still, I don't want to wear glasses Even if I open my eyes the entire day I'm busy looking at all the things That are so clear to see I'm already tired from everything I don't need to see every small, black thought I'm already tired from everything I don't need to read all the fine print I don't want to wiеld a sword to find The things you worked so hard to hide I'm finе just getting fooled by you Is there something behind the rainbow It's too far, I can't see it

*Pryce Winsley's POV* --- Darkness. Darkness is all I see around me. It envelops my whole being to the point that I feel like I am part of it. I don't feel anything, and I can't feel anything around me. Not even my own body, no matter how hard I try to touch anything. Where am I? Why am I unable to see? Have I not opened my eyes? I think I did. Am I in somebody's room where the lights are off? Where is everybody, anyway?

About everything. What have I done!?

in secret. Pai patted Siri’s arm gently, “Siri, you know..you know I don’t need much..I don’t like..It’s okay. I understand being you, you have to do things. I am happy just knowing you care and love me, I..I don’t want to cause problems..”

Water droplets from a pipe leak echo in her ears. She closes her eyes. Her body hurts like hell. The pounding pain in her skull seems to go on forever. She can move but is useless because she has been attempting to find the exit but has failed numerous times. She screams every time she hears movement from a distance. She smells her waste and pees. What a fuck. She cries a lot and screams a lot, resulting in a harsh voice from deep within her throat. She's hungry. She can't recall her last meal. The shadow is forgetting about her.

and idiots don't think a rescue is coming. "Can't rescue what you can't see!"

Willow wasn't just our manager. She was also George's wife. With her vouching for me, everyone fell into a tense silence. In my previous life, I hadn't been able to make out what was on the screen. This time, I wasted no time. I scrolled through the footage frame by frame. Even though it was nighttime, the ATM lights were still bright. Under the clear, almost daylight-like glow, my face was unmistakably visible. No matter how I looked at it, the person in the footage was undeniably me.

‎ ‎“We see everything.” ‎

I know what I do. I pay attention. I gather evidence. I move when I am ready. Eyes open. Always.

for everything. ***