My Third Eye

Chapter 6

 Marcus | SELF HARM WARNING |

I kick a stone angrily and it skids off course into the marsh. A tear threatens to spill but I shove it deep down. I thought taking a walk might clear my head but it turns out it just gives me more time to over think. This actually sucks. He probably thinks I'm mental. I scream internally and clench my fists tightly, my knuckles losing their color. I trudge down the small decline of soil and rock to the edge of the marsh, the reeds bending toward me in the wind beckoning me to come closer.

A nearby tree stands nearby to where I'm standing, the mossy wood moist from the earlier rain. Another reason to hate the rain. It makes me blackout. I grimace and I walk over to the damp tree, I glare at the glistening rain drops caught on the leaves and I strike. My mind briefly registers the pain and I swing again. And again. And again. Over and over I slam my fist against the trunk of the cedar tree until my fingers are raw and bleeding.

I step away from the woody perennial plant, breathing shallowly. Stretching my sore fingers, I sit on the ground. Damn, guess I am an idiot. This hurts. I laugh softly at the irony. I glance at my phone and shrug. It shouldn't take long to get home from here. I stand up shakily, but I quickly regain my balance and I start to make my way back down the path to the neighborhoods.

So I stumbled into the marsh on the way to the dock and got the cuffs of my jeans soaking wet with water. Shut up. As I drag myself towards my house I can spot Ezra sitting on the dock just as he was this morning. I can feel the heat rising to my cheeks as I realize how hideous I must look compared to him. Why does he look perfect? It's not fair he gets to look perfect 24/7.

I step onto the dock and he immediately turns around. "Are you feeling better?" He questions me. Why was that the first thing that came to mind? I would've asked "why are your pants soaking wet and are your hands bleeding or am I crazy?"

"I feel fine," I reply. Ezra studies me for a second before settling on my face again, a not so new stern expression being sported.

"Your clothes are wet," he notes. Ah, there it is.

"I was wandering around in the marsh when I tripped," I explained vaguely.

"I see," he mutters softly, and I sit next to him. "We allowed to talk about what happened when you passed out now?"

I run a hand through my hair and groan. I don't know how to express how much I do not want him to know. "Do you promise not to totally freak out?"

"Cross my heart and hope to die," Ezra makes the gesture with his hand.

"I hope you don't freak out then," I say quietly. I didn't think he could hear me but he smiles and nods for me to go on. "So uh, how do I do this? I guess ever since I remember whenever I slept my dreams weren't exactly normal. They displayed how people died." I wince and I look up to face him, expecting repulsion. Instead he simply makes a small comment.

"That must be hard, seeing death every time you sleep. Do a lot of people pass in the rain? Is that why you reacted like that?" He asks softly, I can tell he's just trying to understand but it's confusing why he even bothers. Doesn't he realize I'm a lost cause?

I nod slowly, so it wasn't the whole truth but it was close enough. Ezra leans over and wraps his arms around my shoulders. A comforting warmth seeps through my bones but I scold myself. I refuse to add homosexuality on my growing stack of less than desirable traits he's found out about today.

"Y-yeah so I have the sixth sense thing for the past, uh people's deaths. Yep," I add quickly.

He pulls away and I find myself missing his company but I quickly extinguish the thought. "You have a third eye? That's sick! I thought they disappeared a while ago though and people just stopped being born with them."

"No, we never stopped being born, we just went into hiding," I explained.

"That checks out. Do you know any other people that have a sense?"

I shake my head.

"Okay, but you know how it works right? Like you've read at least some of it of course?"

I shake my head again. "Not more than what we're told about in school." He turns to look at me like I'm insane.

"But... We barely get taught anything about it in class," Ezra recalls.

I shrug, "So?"

"Doesn't that bother you? Your sense just randomly doing stuff without you understanding what the hell is going on?" Ezra asks me.

I laugh nervously, "I guess it's just never been weird for me."

"I guess we'll just have to go to the library then," he proposes.

"I-. The what?" I choke.

"The library?" He repeats.

"I don't think I have ever stepped foot in a library, especially by choice," I say.

"Then how do you study for tests and quizzes?" Ezra wonders.

I scoff dramatically, "bold of you to assume I study." He rolls his eyes, but I can see the corners of his mouth tilted up in a smile.

"Tomorrow will be the first then, meet me by my house this time and we'll take the Korteu path to where the library is," I suggest.

"Sounds like a plan. See you tomorrow, Ez." I stand up and I hold out my hand to help him. He takes it and stands up as well. Ezra walks off the dock but pauses briefly on the grass before turning around.

"Remember to clean out the cuts on your hands, don't let them get infected." Ezra advises and turns around again and walks out of sight.

I lift my bruised and bloody hands and I grimace, I'll remember. Ez. 

How ye doing this fine day (or night)? No big news, keeping updates same as normal. Hope y'all are enjoying the chapters and the songs I've put with them. Kinda basing them off the names not the actual song part so it's kinda funny that you could be reading a super angsty bit and be listening to an upbeat George Ezra song. 🎶