Mindless

Chapter 4

Fourth Chapter

    At first I didn’t know where I was. Blinking, I tried to comprehend the area around me. Instead of the rock hard pillow I had been leaning against at my last conscious state, had been replaced with the bark of an ancient walnut tree. The tree sat in middle of empty pasture beside a historic looking farmyard. Looking in all the other directions I tried to decipher where I was. But the little old lot was practically in the middle of nowhere. Surrounded by only miles and miles of tall prairie grasses and wheat fields. The sky was dull and cloudy with barely a ray of sun shining down on the little secluded homestead. The air was damp and my bones could sense a coming storm. Apart from the lake of civilization there was another major time missing from the quaint little farm. There was not a bird or a bug in sight. It was a farm without any animals, yet there was a barn made of rotting wood only feet away from the pasture’s fence. Rustling myself deeper into the warm grass underneath the tree, I wondered what exactly I was going to do in the middle of nowhere.

  Out of the corner of my eye movement appeared and my direct focus path was altered. From the side of the barn that was out of my view, emerged a boy. I had to look twice. But at second glance I knew it was the same boy that had come to my rescue the night I was attacked. He had the same multi toned brown hair and body structure. It was definitely the same boy. Lazily he strolled towards the fence that divided the pasture from the rest of the farm. Once he had gotten to the fence he hung arms over the top rail. Staring in my direction I once again noticed his eyes. White as a ghost or fog. It was clear to me that he was blind. As blind as a bat.

  It made me question if that was truly the same boy that had attacked the Shadow man. I could have imagined his eyes that night. I was in shock anyway. My rescuer had been so nimble and there was no way in hell a blind boy could have pulled any of that off. Then again I had been picturing the boy for a week. It was unmistakably the same person. The longer I sat underneath the tree the more awkward the atmosphere around me became. I was aware that I couldn’t stay in the shade of the walnut forever and after five or so minutes I figured it was a good time to slip away. I had only just gotten to my feet, hardly generating a sound when the boy spoke up.

 “Wait, Stop!” He called jumping over the broken fence. I froze and watched as he sprinted towards the tree. Stopping only feet away from me, he bent over grasping his knees and panting loudly. “Wha, Wha wait.” He stammered out of breath. “Woo, woo.”

 “Who am I?” I said finishing his sentence. “I think the real question here is who you are.” At my harsher tone he just shook his head. His breathing still raspier than ever.  Slowly lifting himself up again, he caught his breath before saying anything more.

 “My land,” A much stronger version of his voice stated. “You’re the intruder.”

 “I’m not intruding.” I hissed, feeling as if I was entitled to something. “You kidnapped me.” Stunned the boy took a step away from me.

 “I never kidnapped you.” He declared standing a little taller. I wasn’t positive I believe him, but my gut was telling me that I was over reacting.

 Frustrated I started to clench my finger nails into my fists. “Then how did I get here.” I cried crossing my arms to gesture my discomfort with the situation. The boy didn’t say anything, which meant he didn’t know either or he couldn’t tell me. Running my fingers through my hair, I let out a deep sigh to try and calm my nerves down. Tucking my knees into my chest, I started to realize I was completely lost. After sitting I silence for some time the sound of distant thunder rolled in. I also spotted a flash of lighting in the distance. 

 “We need to get inside.” The boy said stretching his arm out to help me up. Bending my head in the other direction I refused to follow him.  “If you stay her the lighting may not kill you, but it will hurt like hell.” He insisted. With that I got to my feet by myself. I still didn’t want to do anything the stranger was telling me, but I also wasn’t ready to have any more pain inflected on me. Quickly the boy began led me towards the old barn. Once we got over the fence it started to rain. It wasn’t a light sprinkle, but literally a down pour. It was as if we were already in the heart of storm. Lighting crashed all around the farmyard, shaking the soil. Both the boy and I sprinted the rest to the shelter. Once we got to face of the structure the boy tried to lift the piece of wood that held the two huge swinging doors together.