Do You Know Indigo?

Chapter Thirty

Kieran's mind was the prison that kept me from Tom. Like a prison it housed unresolved dispair and it consumed me.

Kieran was sorting through his tainted thoughts while walking through the rain on a gloomy city pavement. His head was bent low and his collar upturned.

"Another day, another certain suicide. Why can't they understand they can't all get a second chance?" This thought echoed around his head, surrounding me in sorrow. At first I thought him hypocritical, had he not killed himself once? But then, who was I to judge?

"What fools some of them are. Why kill yourself with a drug or a blade when there is a chance of survival, amateurs." He laughed darkly, his sanity becoming deformed by his bitterness. There weren't any warm thoughts; only unfounded judgement.

"Think happier thoughts," I pleaded. Lost amidst Kieran's thoughts he did not hear me.

"But then she was drowning," he whispered aloud, his face upturned to the stars. I paused. Drowning? "Yet she is no fool. She was confused and unthinking, vulnerable." I listened curiously to the thoughts I was never meant to hear. "Thank you stars for letting me be the one, the one who saved her." The sky was black and in it the stars danced. The world behind his eyes was filled with starlight.

"How could something so beautiful perish in such a way? Christine had no reason to die, she was pure and yet so broken. What could have possessed her in such a way only to leave her unknowing? And the answers that hide from Chris, do they know what makes her different, special." I faltered at the sound of my name. Kieran stopped abruptly. He'd sensed me.

"Christine? You're here." I retreated slowly into a silent, motionless state, although it was now pointless. "I know you're here, don't play games with me," He was no longer talking aloud to me, but in the obstructed privacy of his mind.

"Hello Kieran." I wasn't sure whether I'd said it or simply thought it but he heard, loud and clear.

"How much of that did you hear?"

"Not much," I lied. He chuckled light heartedly, a bright sound in the darkness of night.

"Your mind is as clear as mine, now unguarded. There are no dark corners, all light," he said. I saw how this was fair. His mind was free for me to roam, so why not mine?

"I wouldn't say your mind was all that clear. There's just so much...clutter up here," I retorted. His chuckling continued and it appeased me.

Kieran turned onto another lifeless street. One of the street lamps spluttered soft yellow light halfway down the pavement. Kieran gazed at it, only for a couple of seconds.

"What are you thinking?" Something was bothering him, I just couldn't put my finger on it.

"Is it not obvious? You're the one sitting amongst my own thoughts; you should be able to tell me!" he retorted.

"Your thinking is a little disorganised up here, I can't tell a question from a thought." I laughed then, our banter distracting me from the disjointed reality I'd left behind.

"Well, to tell you the truth, my organisational skills have never really been that great. You'd think after so many centuries I'd fix that." His sense of humour was comforting in such a messed up situation. We both chortled along with each other before I asked him again.

"What are you thinking?" He'd arrived at the bottom of a flight of stone stairs. Atop of the stairs was a green door. I wondered what awaited us inside.

"I don't want you to see what's on the other side of that door. I'm thinking what's inside will terrify you," he answered. I couldn't see the great importance of the door. It was like every other door, only made unusual by the cork board where a window used to reside.