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It was a beautiful winter night. Light snow covered the ground, barely covering the dead grass that lied in front of a little house on the edge of Baker and Fils Street. A little boy, nine years old, sat on the floor in his small room, playing with marbles. The boy’s name was Jesse Harris, and he loved his marbles. His obsession was massive with the little colored balls of glass, and he did everything he could to get more. At the time, his collection was enormous, but it was never enough for Jesse. It was like he needed every color of the rainbow, then other colors that weren't part of it.
His father, Phillip, sat in the living room, watching one of his favorite shows. Jesse looked much like his dad, having his short, dark brown hair, slightly pale skin, and hazel eyes, though he did have some of his mother’s looks as well. Phillip sighed as he watched the television, his thoughts wandering back into the old days when his wife was alive. Jesse’s mother had died in a car accident two years ago, and though Jesse had pretty much pushed it out of his mind, it was still fresh in his father’s.
Jesse pushed his marbles around on the floor, pretending they were people having a busy day. He was well on his way on giving every marble a name, and he remembered every one of them. He was always able to tell the difference between each one, so he never mixed any of the names up by mistake. Jesse then picked up his two favorite pieces, which were closely similar. They both silver, glowing brightly in the light that came from his ceiling. He loved how they shined, always changing when he rolled them between his fingertips. Sometimes, Jesse even talked to his marbles, imagining them as his best friends.
Other children thought of him as strange, so they usually avoided him during school or at the park when his dad took him. Jesse didn’t mind though, he was happy with his colorful friends and didn't need anyone else. The only person that accepted him was his dad, and once in a while, Phillip would even play with him, talking to the glass balls as well. Of course Jesse would have to remind his father once in a while of which marble had what name, but it didn't bother him much.
Everything was perfect between Jesse and his dad, though it was better back then when his mom was around. Ever since mom died, Phillip would go out often and drink, then never return home till the next day, knowing how violent he was when he was drunk. Jesse didn't care much, for he knew his dad just cared a lot and didn't want to hurt his son in any way.
“Jesse, it's time for bed,” his dad called out as he flipped off the t.v.
“Okay!” Jesse replied, moving to pick up his marbles and put them away in several plastic bags that he kept them in. After placing the bags in a special drawer he had, he shifted over to his bed and lied down. His father came in and smiled, glad he didn't have to argue with his son to put things away.
“Goodnight, Jesse,” Phillip whispered. He then flipped the light off and gently closed the door. Jesse covered himself up and closed his eyes, letting sleep drag him down quickly so he could wake up early to play with his little friends.
It was around midnight, the house dark and silent. Jesse slept soundly, soft snores coming from the small bump on the bed. A giggle, small and feminine, echoed throughout the house, making Jesse jump from his slumber. He looked around, searching for the source of the laugh. His gaze landed on a darkened corner that was across the room from him. Jesse watched as a little girl, looking around his age, stepped into the moonlight that came from his window. She was wearing a worn pink dress, covered with dirt and something red. Her figure was faded, like she was part of the pale light, which frightened Jesse at first. Her face was covered with both things as well, the red running down her face. The girl giggled at him as he stared, her green eyes glowing in the light of the moon.
“Hello there,” said the little girl, a smile on her face. Jesse opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out at first, but he soon gained his voice afterward.
H-hi,” he stuttered, now playing with his hands. He became very shy, for he had difficultly talking to other kids.
“Don’t be shy, my name is Sally,” the girl implied, walking up to the side of the bed.
“I’m Jesse,” Jesse answered, getting more shy as Sally came closer. Sally giggled again, looking into Jesse’s eyes.
“Do you wanna play?” she asked. Jesse blinked, shocked and little confused. Then a smile grew on his face and he nodded.
For the next couple nights, Jesse and Sally played together with Jesse’s only toys, his marbles. Jesse loved Sally’s company, for she was his first real friend in a long time, as well as the best. Sally remembered every marble’s name the first time she learned them, and it made Jesse feel like he was no long alone in his world of beautiful glass balls. During one of their play sessions, Jesse asked Sally why her clothes were torn and of the red Sally made him believe that everything was going to get even better, but he was wrong.
One night, Phillip had come home from work, anger showing clearly on his face. The reason was that he was just fired from his one job he had that was keeping them afloat, but now he was jobless and nearly broke. Jesse was in his room, pushing his marbles around to knock into each other, when he heard the slam of the front door. Jumping up, Jesse ran out into the kitchen where his father was pulling out a bottle of Jack Daniels.
“Hi daddy, how’s was work?” Jesse asked gleefully, looking up at his crestfallen dad. Phillip looked down at his son, anger covering his face.
“I don’t want to be bothered right now, go back to your room,” Phillip snapped as his made his way over to the glasses that were in the cabinet. Jesse blinked, shocked by his father’s tone towards him.
“I-I’m sorry,” he whispered, then walked away and into his room, closing the door behind him. Sitting down on the floor, Jesse sighed as he looked down at the marble covered carpet. Thinking about how his dad was acting made him mad, for he just wanted to know if he was okay. He felt a presence next to him, and he found himself face to face with Sally.
“Hi Jesse!” she said simply as she sat down next to him,”I saw what your dad did. Are you okay?” Jesse nodded, looking back down at his marbles. Sally frowned, then flicked one of the glass balls so it knocked into a few others. Jesse grinned a little, then he did the same.
Phillip groaned and paced around the kitchen, taking another drink of whiskey. He was well on his way to getting buzzed, but leaving the house so Jesse wouldn't see didn't cross his mind. He needed a new game plan, he needed a new source for money, but nothing came to his head, which only made him drink more. Half an hour passed, and Jesse’s dad was completely drunk. He no longer thought about the loss of his job, for new thoughts came over his mind. He needed to get off, soon. Phillip wasn’t up for rubbing himself, for needed something to fuck.
Gruesome thoughts filled his mind as his eyes made their way to Jesse’s door. Stumbling over, Phillip shoved the door open and looked over at Jesse, who was sleeping peacefully in his bed. His marbles were still on the floor, glistening somewhat from the light that came from the kitchen. An evil smile grew on Jesse’s dad’s face as he shifted over so he was towering over the bed. Jesse groaned softly, rolling over on the bed as he opened his eyes.
“Dad, what are you doing?” he said sleepily, looking up at his father’s face. Phillip observed the little carefully, his eyes trailing down the little body. Jesse had gone to bed with only underwear on, which only made things worse for him. Phillip grabbed Jesse’s leg and pulled him towards him as he fumbled with the button on his pants. Jesse shrieked at his dad’s forcefulness and tried to pull away, but his father was stronger than him. Annoyed, Phillip climbed on top of his son, pinning him down on the bed.
“Now your gonna do what daddy tells you,” he growled, finally getting the button on his pants to come apart. The little boy watched in horror as his father’s hand guided down to remove his Sponge-Bob underwear, but before Phillip could get the chance, Jesse head butted him as hard as he could when his father leaned his head down. Phillip groaned as he fell back from the impact, giving Jesse the chance to slip out from under his drunk father. He dashed his way across his bedroom, heading to the exit, but he was stopped by his father who gripped onto his leg, making him smack his head against the floor. Phillip was now on top of him again, now ripping off the little boy’s under garments. Jesse hit and punched with all his might, till his dad grabbed his forehead, pressing it down against the thin carpet.
“You can’t run if you can’t see,” he growled, then slowly started to dig his thumbs into his son’s eyes, causing the little boy to scream in agony. He tried to get away, but his father had already made results in damage. The pressure on his eyes became more and more sever till he heard two little pops echo in the room. Phillip lifted his hands away, revealing Jesse’s bloody and destroyed eyes. Blood filled tears rushed down his face as he tried to open his eyes, but he couldn't. He was now blind.
Jesse sat on his bed, curled into a ball as he rocked back and forth, his blood covered face buried in his knees. His body hurt all over, including his bottom. Tears and blood leaking down his face, Jesse tried to think of what he did wrong, but nothing came to mind. He wanted to run out and yell for help, but he couldn't see his way out. Afraid of his father hurting him again, he made no attempt to escape. His father, after finishing with him, had gone back into his own bedroom and pasted out on his bed, unaware of the damage he had caused his son. Jesse sniffled a little, thinking about how he would never see light again, or more importantly, his little colored friends.
Jesse heard a noise coming from nearby and he cowered back, afraid of it being his father. He felt a hand touch his shoulder, but it was his dad’s. It was soft, smooth, and slightly cold.
“Don’t worry, it's me,” Sally whispered into his ear. Jesse’s lip quivered as he leaned into Sally’s arms and started to cry, telling her in sobs of what happened.
“Shh, it's okay,” she said, combing her little fingers through his hair, ”my daddy can make you all better.” Jesse raised his head, a little confused.
“How is he going to do that? My eyes are gone.” Sally smiled, her green eyes piercing the darkness of the bedroom.
“My daddy is special, and he promised he would help you,” Sally replied, but then went quiet for a moment, ”but I need you to let me remove your broken eyes first.” Jesse’s heart started to quicken at the thought of someone digging their hands into his eyes again, but Sally touched his shoulder in reassurance.
“Don’t be afraid, daddy Slendy can make it so it doesn't hurt.” Just as Sally said it, another presence seemed to enter the room. It sent chills crawl up Jesse’s back, making cower once more. A slight ringing noise buzzed in his ears, making him cover them with his little hands.
“Sally, it hurts,” he whined, leaning back against the bed frame.
“It will stop once your eyes are removed,” she said softly. The little boy nodded, lowering his hands from his ears as he gave full access to his eyes to Sally. Jesse felt Sally’s hands trail up his face, stopping at the first eye which was his left. He started to feel pressure as Sally pushed her fingers into his eye socket, wrapping her fingers around the destroyed eye. She then started to pull, slowly but surely sliding her hand back out of his head, the eye following behind. Jesse could feel blood running down his face, but he ignored it, knowing he could trust his friend to make him all better. The eye came out with a pop, but he could feel that the cord was still attached. He sensed Sally started to shift around a little, then he felt a cold sensation press against the tissue.With a quick swipe of the knife, the eye detached from his head. Then she next the same thing to the next eye, so both eye sockets were completely empty.
“There we are,” Sally exclaimed, a smile growing on her face. Jesse touched his sunken socket, then sighed.
“So how am I going to see?” he asked, guessing this was all pointless.
“With these,” she replied, taking his hand. She dropped two cold spheres into his hand. Jesse rolled them around in his hand, a little confused.
“Marbles?” Jesse questioned, wishing he could see which ones they were.
“Yes, just put them where your eyes were,” she implied. Jesse played with the marbles more, thinking of whether this was a good idea or not. He then raised the marbles up to his head, hesitating for a moment, but he then pushed the glass balls into the empty holes where his eyes use to be. They slipped in with no struggle, like they were meant to be there. Sally giggled, liking how they looked.
“They’re beautiful,” she giggled, touching Jesse’s face. He nodded, but he still couldn't see.
"So what-” he went silent as the ringing entered into his mind again. It felt like his face was on fire and he let out a cry of pain. Then it was gone, and something was different. An hold feeling came back into his face, something he thought he would never feel again. Jesse slowly opened his brand new eyes, looking around the room. He could see again, more clearly than with his old eyes. His gaze landed on Sally, and he immediately hugged her.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” he said over and over again, clean, hot tears streaming down his face. Sally giggled and hugged him back, happy her friend was smiling again, but one last problem was still at hand. Pushing Jesse back a little, she looked deep into his marble eyes.
“Jesse, what are you going to do about your father?” she questioned, seriousness on her face. Jesse thought for a moment, unsure of an answer to give to her.
“What should I do?” She smiled, but not a happy smile. It was an evil smile, and behind it was a dark plan that has been sitting in her mind ever since she witnessed what Jesse’s dad had done to him.
“He should be put down, like the dog he is,” she growled, her voice shifting a little. Jesse eyes widened, shocked.
“Kill him? But he’s my dad,” he replied, looking down at his lap. Sally scooted closer to him, wrapping an arm around his sides.
“Jesse, think of what he’s done to you,” she whispered into his ear, just barely above a whisper, “He took away your eyes, then did things to you that you didn't want to do.” Rage started to boil in Jesse’s mind, then it spread through his body till he was shaking. This feeling was new, like someone had implanted it into his mind. He then felt the dark presence enter the room again, but it didn't bother him this time, it only fueled the fire that was inside.
“He deserves what is coming to him, and you should be the one to do it,” she added. Jesse nodded slowly, and he moved off the bed and stood. Slowly, he made his way to the kitchen passing the bathroom, but he stopped when he caught a glimpse of silver in the corner of his eye.
He walked into the bathroom and stared into the mirror, gawking over the new sight he now had. His eyes were his favorite marbles, the silver ones that he prized greatly. They suited him better than his old eyes, like they were made become his new sight. He smiled, then walked out and headed into the kitchen. Shifting around through a few drawers, he found the biggest knife he could find. He made his way back down the hall and into his father’s bedroom.
He stood there, in the utter darkness, watching his father’s rise and fall steadily as he slept. The anger inside grew more and more as he stepped closer to the monster in the bed. Carefully, Jesse climbed onto the bed, then made his way on top of his dad so he was towering over him like he did to him. He stood there, listening to his dad’s breathing as he waited for his father to wake so he could witness what he was about to do. A snort came from the lump on the bed, then a soft moan.
“Mmm, Jesse?” he groaned as he rubbed his aching head. He recalled having a dream about raping someone, but he couldn't put the pieces very well. Philip opened his eyes to find his son standing over him, and he gasped as he saw Jesse's eyes start to glow silver. A grin on the little boy's face grew from ear to ear.
“Hey daddy, wanna play?”
The police had showed up the next morning due to call from a little boy crying on the phone, but his voice seemed off. It sounded like he was actually laughing, but he was trying to hold it back with fake crying. They found the body of thirty-seven year old Philip Harris, but the only family member who was living with him; Jesse, was missing. Cause of death was multiple stab wounds in the chest. The bizarre thing about it all was that Philip’s throat was stuffed full of marbles, and his eyes were cut out of his head violently. No evidence was found of the murderer, nor whereabouts of the missing boy. The case was closed a month later.
The television flashed on the nightly news as the man sitting on the couch across the room watched it. The house was dark and completely silent, which would give anyone an eerie feeling. A small clicking noise whispered through the house, not noticeable at first, but getting louder and louder each second. The man looked around, a little confused. He stood and headed into the hall, following the noise. It almost sounded like something was knocking against something small. The man found himself in his bed, the noise echoing through the room. He saw something poking up on the other side of his bed, and he made his way around it. Two children were on the floor playing with marbles, a girl and a boy. They both looked young and around the same age. The girl looked up and smiled.
“Hello Uncle Johnny,” said the girl. Then the boy looked up as well.
Written by Marbleeyes