Everywhere Jeremy looked, he saw the same yellow tinted eyes staring back at him. It was never worse than that morning while he was shaving. He nearly cut his own throat when they eyes appeared in the mirror across from him.
Now he wished he had
Though he’d grown accustomed to seeing them since he was a child, the fact they appeared more and more had unsettled him.
Even now, as he sat in the shower with the curtain closed and his blood-covered hands holding his eyes, he saw them.
They appeared in every memory, mocking and laughing at him.