The Mind's Window

Beyond the horizon was the forming of clouds, and the colours along the sky were mixing into each other as morning broke through finally. There was nothing but silence present as the burning ball of fire made its appearance to the tenants below on Earth. Colours blended, mended into the clouds as they became transparent, and finally settled on the light shade of blue.

Now currently seven in the morning, the sun was now looming over the hills, shining its warm light onto the land. The sunshine flowed through the cracks of the curtains, collected on the black asphalt, and reflected off of surfaces.

The sunshine now spilling into room 2746 through the lilac curtains irritated the person that was currently being bathed in it. Syo turned his attention away from it, and brought his pillow over his face. His eyes squeezed shut as his brain alerted him to get up. A milk coloured orb and a honey coloured orb trailed around the room, blinking like an owl while doing so. It was a normal routine, look around the room to make sure nothing was stolen. He lived in an apartment, and some of his neighbors were of the notorious kind.

Contents of the room were rearranged, but not in the same way he remembered like they were last night. Also, it wouldn't be in the way he would place his items. That really didn't alert him; as long as the person who arranged it didn't take anything. He knew some of the maids would come in from time to time to take out the trash or clean up a bit, so maybe they were looking around the room to make sure no trash was left behind. But what really alerted him, he took notice of, there was no way he could ignore something such as this.

For some odd reason, the memories of last night were hazy. He recalled about what he had did yesterday, like the morning and the afternoon. Then he tried to remember about the night time, but then everything went whack. Fuzzy images and blobs of multiple colours filled his mind. Sound came in a garbled tone. As much as he tried, the more his mind would go blank.

Frustration followed suit. But made no instance to move and try to think. Thinking usually came to him when he would pace. Syo moved, and pain shot straight up his lower part of his back. The pain was so intense that it was throbbing and beginning to spread around his whole backside. Now propped up on his elbows and knees, chest close to the mattress for support, he heaved as he took another try to get up. It hurt to sit up; the base of his spine was tickling the nerves senseless.

After multiple failed tries, he was able to stand up. Wincing when he took the first step, he decided to just drag his feet along the carpet to get to the bathroom to conduct his daily ritual. It didn't really matter if he got rug burn or not.

As he made his way there, he tried one final time to get the memories of last night to come up. All he saw in his mind was complete pitch black and a wicked smile flashed in front of him quickly, and then disappeared. Now his mind was totally blank. White was what he thought about now when he would think. He reached the door frame and swung himself inside the bathroom to not put too much more strain on his body. He grimaced before looking up into the mirror.

He saw himself how he usually saw himself in the morning: scarlet locks pointing out into different directions, bangs lying messily on his face, his mismatched eyes were half lidded, but something was a bit different about him.

And then he saw it.

A white bandage lay on his left cheek. He would have thought it was his own skin if he didn't touch it or move his jaw. Pieces of tap interlaced with each other and stopped at the edges of the soft bandage onto his skin to secure it to his face.

His hetrochromic eyes widened, the actions of what happened last night came flooding into his brain. Emotions were overflowing his senses. Hot tears spilled over his bottom eyelids like a waterfall as the scene replayed over and over again right in front of his eyes, despite how blurry it was becoming. It wouldn't stop, as much as he wanted his mind to go blank like it had been doing, it didn't. Syo's knees hit the marble tile, the pain not even registering to make him think of something else, as his posterior made contact with the floor, the pain adding onto his emotional and mental pain.