Lumai's Mind

Chapter 21: Trust Is Grey

I looked up at the narrow house, gasping for breath. After two nights of travelling and two days of nightmares, I had finally made it to the outskirts of the city and found a house with the right door knobs. The only down side was there weren't much alleyways to sleep in, parks here and there but not much else.

This place was old, not the flashy Sydney everyone thought of, or so much rundown, but old and homey. The walls were a pale pink that was starting to grey, a small, overgrown courtyard was all that separated the side walk and me from the front door. Before I could break in, I needed to be sure none was home. That meant checking for foot traffic and cars over the next one or two days.

Across the road was a bus stop, so essentially a bench inside a three walled box. Luckily for me, I had found a worn down trench coat in one of the alleyways on the way here, it gave me something to hide my injuries and keep warmer. It turned out there was a whole pile of nearly unwearable clothes, I managed to make makeshift bandages and a sling from some of the things I found. But right now it meant I could sit here and not look like a zombie.

I hobbled across the almost deserted street toward to wait for the right time, "Come on Raptor." I cooed to the grey street kitten, she had been following me around for the past day. I think she's waiting for when I finally drop dead so she can get the meal of her life.

I sat on the old bench and sighed as it creaked tiredly. Raptor jumped up next to me and snuggled against my leg, until I become cat food I'm a good heater apparently. At least some real companionship is healthy, not that it'll get me anywhere to have a malnourished kitten stalking me for heat, shelter and food.

Even though everything hurt to the point I was crying a lot, I had kept moving but now I could rest better. I found the most comfortable position I could -which was not at all- against the small shelters wall and watched the pale pink house with Raptor.

It was late December, spring was coming but it was still cold and heading into the rain phase. Dark rain heavy clouds reflected my mood and would soon cry with me, I often wonder why the clouds cry. Maybe their scared of heights or don't like being icy? My eyes started to droop and the rain started to drip, I fought it, knowing what was waiting but lost quickly.

A shadowy, cloaked figure stood in front of me in the grey clouds with their palms outstretched and facing upward. The swirling storm boomed with thunder but no rain nor vibrations shook where we stood, surrounded by clouds. Lighting flashed and two objects appeared in their hands: a blindfold and a dagger.

Lightning flashed again and I caught a glimpse of stormy grey eyes that seemed like a reflecting of the scenery. With the second flash, a simple silver crown had appeared on their head, weighing it down. The crown was a thick band with tunes carved around it, in the centre of the crown was a grey gem that also seemed like a storm.

My eyebrows furrowed at all the greys and storms. All my dreams of late were repetitive in some way, usually it was blood or wings though.

Their hands lifted slightly, bringing my focus back to the objects. They meant something and it was my mind so it should just be what I feel they represent, right? A blindfold, ignorance and denial, although some people would also say trust. A dagger, pain and fighting but depending on situations it could also be protecting. A blindfold would be hiding from the truth, so... a dagger is fighting because the truth. It's a matter of lies or truth then.

The figure lifted one hand, then the other calmly, seemingly impassive or oblivious to the raging storm around us. They wanted me to choose, truth and it's pain or ignorance which in itself is already pain. I wish I was still blindfolded to the malice in a smile or evil in a hug but I'd rather see a threat coming then not know there was one.