I had to stab his eyes out; I had to. It was for his own good.
I withdrew. I think I was covered in blood.
He couldn't live here, I told him, they would find him. But if for some reason, there was a large hole in the roof (I proceeded to make one with my hairclip) if he was to crawl up inside, he could surely live there. He smiled. The hole wasn't very big. I gave him dad's handmade knife in case he wanted to make it bigger. I was sure the slow security guard wouldn't think to look up, or see the peices of roof on the ground undernieth.
I went home.

On a plastic shoulder bag, a fighting fish stuck to the front. It used its fins like legs, then jumped off to swim around in the air. I ran to find the fish jar, but it already contained another fighting fish, and they would fight. I found a bottle of water. I tapped the glass entrance, and it eagerly swam inside. I sighed and put the lide on. I was sure it would dry out.

From somewhere, I picked up a tiny hacksaw. I held it with two fingers and tested it on the couch.'I think (Gaida?) would appreciate this. Maybe I'll give it to him.' I said to a girl.
She looked at me and shook her head. 'Not a good idea.'
'Really? Ahh. But I already gave him a sharp pointed object...' I knew that she was an old friend of his. I fretted about the knife.

I thought about him walking. I knew he would have no trouble, eyes or not. I rememberd talking to him, I rembered when it was his turn to shoot the bow and arrow. He shot as straight as anyone else.

He would be coming over soon. I smiled and laughed. He had no eyes. I gave him a blindfold.

A bird hit my bedroom window, and I woke up with itchy fingers.