They dragged me to countless psychologists. 'The girl doesn't look at people in the eye,' they would say.
One day, a foolish doctor forced me to look at him. Later, he was found dead. From unknown causes but it is said he had a look of abject terror on his face.
Another time, the doctor was found hanged in her room. They never connected the deaths to me. Because they don't know I have so much hatred and untamed anger that it's like an evil maelstrom behind my eyes, consuming me.
Don't make me look at you.
Or you'll die.