Little Lightning

Chapter 6

Lyrical sighed and opened her eyes. 

After she had calmed down slightly, Lyrical had gone to bed to see if she could get any rest. No such luck. 

Nothing but nightmarish memories came to her. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw that dark house.

She heard the yelling and crashes.

She saw the shadowed figure rising above her.

Sucking in a breath, Lyrical sat up and kicked away the blankets. She stood up and stared at herself in the full-length mirror, surprised. It was rare to see a mirror here, let alone such a large one.

She looked like a zombie. Dark circles marked her sage green eyes like bruises, her long dark brown hair frizzy and tangled. Her black turtleneck t-shirt looked like it could blend in with the dirt road, and her long black pants were equally as filthy. She sighed. Maybe she'd take a bath.

Walking out of the room she had been in for the past few hours, she finally took in the house she was in. Between waking up incredibly weak and having her mind invaded by a stranger, she hadn't really had time to observe where she was.

The room she stood in was both a living room and a kitchen, separated by a small peninsula, the same peninsula she had steadied her self on earlier. White floating potted plants dotted the air, some of the plants green, some blue, and some purple. A small cream colored sofa sat opposite to the fireplace, a pair of matching armchairs sitting perpendicular to it. The deep red walls were a made of dried mud, several paintings painted throughout the room.

One of the symbols painted on the wall caught her eye. Walking towards it, she realized it was a swirl, cut through with three equally spaced individual lines. Two diagonal lines ascended from the edges of the bottom line, meeting in the middle of the top line. The swirl seemed to move the longer she stared at it. It was slightly familiar, but she just couldn't remember where she had seen it before...

"Lyrical?" A voice called. Lyrical snapped out of her thoughts and turned on her heel.

Yia Yia rolled in, her eyes as blank and uninterested as ever. She sat on the wheel chair that Lyrical had constructed for her a couple years prior.

"What are you doing? You should be sleeping!" Yia scolded, wheeling closer. Even sitting down, Yia was still intimidating and slightly scary. Lyrical shrugged tiredly.

"I couldn't sleep."

"I see that." Yia sighed and then grabbed Lyrical's wrist, tugging her out of the room. "Well, if you're not going to sleep, you might as well make yourself presentable. You smell of a burnt bovinus, and you look like a zombie." Lyrical resisted the urge to remind Yia that she was blind, trying to cleanse her mind of the poor burnt ox-like animal that Yia had mentioned. Lyrical tried to resist, but dang that old woman was strong. She eventually gave up and just went with Yia.

Yia dragged her out of the house and down her street. She was going remarkably fast, considering that she was pushing the wheelchair with one arm.

Yia turned down the street, heading straight towards the large building in the center of the town. It was where the Educatrix met to discuss important matters and to discuss other things. Of which, Lyrical had no idea.

"Um, why are we heading towards the Consilium?" Lyrical asked. It was widely known that no one but members of the Educatrix went in there, save for the shadows for protection and the occasional criminal.

"Because we have important matters to discuss, and you ought to be apart of it. But first, you need to change." Yia replied without a glance in her direction. They slowed slightly as they approached the building on the slick stone walkway. Lyrical had always wondered what the walkways were made of. They glowed slightly even in midday.