The Blood Revolution (SOON)

Chapter 7

How I hoped I was just having a delirium. I kept staring at my eyes on my reflection, blinking nervously while trying to think of reasons why my eyes had changed their color. But I was stuck on the same page. Without haste, I ran out of the male restroom and bumped into a girl who just came out from the females'.

I was the one who got hurt on impact. Really. My shoulder collided againts hers but she didn't even budge. While me on the other hand felt like I just wrestled with Bautista. She had pretty strong limbs for a girl her age. On top of that, I also had a feeling that she intentionally hit me. I stared at her face. It was Jessy. She just gave me a glance and walked past me like nothing happened. But before she could turn around, I noticed something in her face—her eyes. They were blue. Like what mine had become.

It left me hanging and unable to talk. When I recovered from the sudden realization I ran out of the restrooms to catch up on Jessy.

"Hey!" I grabbed her arm, making her turn around to face me.

"What?" Her face looked tired or maybe bored at the same time.

"I-I'm sorry," I muttered. "You know, about not noticing you back there."

She gently pulled her arm away. "It's alright. I think that was my fault."

"Well. . . I'm Peter. Everyone around here calls me Pete." I gave her my hand for a handshake. I just supposed that it might be formal if I introduce myself properly. She stared at me with serious eyes then to my hand infront of her before deciding to accept it and shake it.

"Jessy," she said. "Jessy. . . uh, Baldimore."

"It's nice to meet you, Jessy."

"Nice to meet you too."

Then just like that the conversation ended and she left like nothing happened at all. As she walked away I couldn't stop staring at her. Don't get me wrong. It's just that there is something about her that doesn't feel right. I don't know. I'm always overthinking things.

Days passed by quickly. Since it was summer vacation, there's no school and it's boring so I ended up stuck at home doing all the house chores for my mom. She had nighttime shifts this month so I'm always left alone at home during nights. During daytime, I would just hang around with my friends or Olivia could just ruin my day everytime she's here.

Other than the usual, nothing else seemed to be different, just the color of my eyes which occasionally turns to blue, specially during evenings. I decided to just get on with it, thinking it might be just some eye problems that doctors can easily fix. But it turns out it wasn't an easy problem like how I thought it was.

"I see nothing wrong with your eyes Mr. Radzcliffe," the ophthalmologist said as he aimed the slit lamp on my right eye. "You're eyes are perfectly healthy." He lowered down the light and walked back to his seat behind a white rectangular table inside that white and nude, highly air-conditioned clinic.

I blinked my eyes several times before gazing back at the doctor. "But Doc, I told you, my normal eye color is grey, not blue." I said. I don't know how many times have I repeated myself to this so-called eye expert. "Are you sure I don't have Blue Sclera?"

The doctor heaved a breath, clearly annoyed but still tried to act professional. "Son, Blue Sclera is a discoloration of the whites in your eyes, not a discoloration of your Irises," he explained. "Based on my tests, you're eyes are normal and well-functioning. If something is wrong with them I could've found out already."

That made me retreat into a nod. I could no longer argue with Science. I went out of the clinic after the check-up and I still have no concrete answer on what happened to my eyes.

"Pete!" My mom rushed at me from the glass door marked Emergency Room as I walked towards the hospital lobby, ready to go home. She's in her navy blue nurse uniform with her gloves on. "Are you on your way home?" she asked.

"Yeah," I replied.

She took something out of her pocket. "Could you just leave your car? The minivan had some defect I needed to leave it in the automotive shop. Maybe you could just ride a cab home?"

"Yeah, of course!" I said and gave her the keys.

A smile formed in her lips. "Thank you Peter. I'll be home by seven tomorrow. I love you!" She ran back into the ER.

I smiled as my mom rushed away. I was about to leave the hospital when I noticed a bunch of people and medical staff gathered around the TV screen attached to the wall near the exit. I didn't really have plans of checking things out but when I heard the news report, it made turn to the screen.

"Six bodies were found dead in Besson Street earlier this evening. The victims were found with animal bites and claw scratches on the different parts of their bodies. Several citizen claimed that the bodies were attacked not by humans, but by vampires. Authorities are already conducting investigation as to who is responsible for this brutal and merciless crime."

"Vampires? Do they even exist?" asked a female nurse who walked past me after hearing the news report.

"Nonsense! It's the 21st century. Vampires don't exists anymore," replied the other nurse walking beside her.

The news report went on and flashed pictures of the incident. I couldn't help but stare at it. Vampires? I only see those in movies and books. That news couldn't have been true. The nurse was right. The world is way too advanced for gothic creatures to still exist. I head onwards to the exit. I better get home. It's already late and the skies suggests that a heavy downpour is on the way.