The Prophet

The People I Know

So there I was, on the bloody couch. With Kureiji’s tools still lying on the bloody table. It wasn’t a very pleasant scene, yet I still heard Kureiji whistling happily from kitchen. “What are you so damn happy about?!” I tried to yell at him, but as I opened my mouth pain decided to shut me up. Kureiji walked back into the room with some tea (he knows I fucking hate tea), and forced me to drink it. While whistling the whole bloody time. Which reminds me, I could use a good cup of coffee. What? What did I say about that look!? Im not the one who needs to know what I already know. Fine, fine, quit complaining and I’ll get back to it. Now where was I...

It was the part with the bomb wasn’t It? Wait, no that wasn’t it. Oh I remember now, I was listening to my watch tick round and round. The new watch, Kureiji had given me. It was a sort of present for getting better or an apology for giving me those crazy scars... I can never remember. What I do remember though is that I decided not to tell Kureiji about the shadows and darkness. I didn’t want to scare the man then, but now I wish I had scared the shit out of him, because maybe then he would still be here...

I’m Jumping too far ahead again. Here I’ll tell you another story that will help this one make more sense later on. It was about three months and a half and a few hours after I was first attacked by the darkness. It was a bright day and I was telling the people, who would listen, about the darkness. Most of them gave me that look that you keep giving me and some threw money at me for some damn reason.  But that day a new person stopped and listen who didn’t do any of that. She looked at me like she got me or something and didn’t interrupt once as I told her about the darkness. The girl listened and only asked questions when I was done. Once I answered all her questions, she smiled and even thanked me before walking off.

Hmmm I just realized that I forgot to tell you what she looked like. I swear if I see those fucking eyes roll once more I wont tell you another damn thing about this! Good, i’m glad we are on the same page now.  She wasn’t what I would call beautiful, but she had a decent smile. She wore baggy clothing and normally wore a white scarf even if it was summer. I got to know her a bit better because she stopped by the street corner that I spoke to the people at almost every day. Her name was Lucy  and I called her Lucy because she didn’t mutter as much as Kureiji. I guess you could say we even became friends at one point. She wouldn’t talk much when it was just the two of us, but when she did, I could hear it in her voice that she believed every word i spoke to her. Lucy always understood me.