The wheat in the fields of the old barn just beyond the borders of Chicago. Abandoned. the only living things are the long thick wheat fields that stretch out farther than the eye can see and the tall tree that looms over the barn. The grass is all mostly dead only some parts remain it's rich green colour the rest an ugly gold-ish yellow colour smelling of decay, it's sickening. But there are still butterflies that feed on the dandelions and other weeds, which makes this place the smallest bit pleasant. I look around from the shelter of the highest tree branch I could climb to and took in my surroundings. Then, I saw him, the boy, light brown hair white tee shirt dark blue jeans wet and brown in some places from the mud. Crying, but no noise could be heard sobbing silently into his hands I never did see his face.
I've been there before crying so hard, you think people could hear you from a mile away but not a sound comes out.
I look away from the boy and notice a woman hiding behind the barn, the boy doesn't see her approach him, she bends down in front of him and takes something out of her lower right pocket, it was a small piece of folded up paper. she held it out to the boy who slowly turned his head to look at her. She said something to him very softly, then he took the paper, and looked at it in confusion. A moment later he stood and nodded at her. The boy was about my age, sixteen, he looked at the woman who was definitely in her late twenties. She looked around her as if she was being watched. Then she looked back at the boy.
Her face was devoid of emotion as she turned and walked away from the boy, she walked in my direction. Although she doesn't see me it felt like she was looking directly into my eyes, gazing into my mind. I looked at her and as soon as I felt the all too familiar pain In my head I quickly shut my eyes as tight as I could before her thoughts could get to me. My hands were aching from the fire beneath my skin begging to be let out, but I wouldn't let it. Not here, not now. I clenched my teeth and kept my hands in tight fists at my sides until I no longer felt the pain. I opened my eyes and looked down where the woman was standing but thankfully she was gone.
I sighed and leaned my back against the tree trunk and looked back into the fields and my mind wandered off into sleep just as I saw the boy again.
