DREAMS OF FAITH

Seven

Megan looked at me curiously. She seems to be in deep thought .But then she looks away to observe  the corners and uneven parts of the tree house so I didn't know what that look she's giving me means. Then she sat on the corner , giving her entire weight on the wooden wall.

"Oh that? I asked him if he could fix this little house and to replace those rusty steps".

"Yeah, it actually felt like it was about to collapse when I climbed up here".

She sighed. " You know, this place holds alot of memories of my childhood". Looking around she added, "this place was our playground".

I listened to her quietly. This is the first time she opened up to me and she actually talked more than a single sentence.

It make me listen and not doubt her innocence.

Maybe, I am being too judgemental again. Movies are really not good for my wandering imagination.

"Can I ask you something?" I mumbled. I was too ashamed to ask.

Megan looking  carelessly around replied, " ask away".

"Uhm, I saw you last night. I was about to go to the library but a noticed something so I followed it. at first I thought you were a burglar, you seem frantically glancing around then I realised it was you. Where have you been?"

She smiled. There was a glimpse of emotion that crosses to her eyes but I don't know what it was. " I honestly go out last night. Mom, will surely forbids me to go out at that hour so I didn't tell anybody".

" I didn't know you're an adventurous type much more a rebel type".

" There's more of me than a timid girl who loved reading" she grins mischievously. "I went out during night time alot, it quite challenging and fun. I go up here or in a wide open area  stargazing and sometimes thinking. Those little fun is my breather".

" I understand you. I often sneak out as will to have some alone time with my self. To think. To reflect".

" There's a time that we have to think or reflect on our own because  no one seems to understand. It felt like you want to tell something but they don't understand what you meant by it." She sighed deeply.

"Yes, that's right. I feel that sometimes too. So I seek the calming presence of the nature".

" Sometimes, it is better to deal with those thoughts on our own than seek for someone's help. Some people act  blind that even though they saw it with their eyes, they still hasn't doing anything about it".

Those statements caught me off guard. They seem to be implying something deeper than I can think of.

" What do you mean by that?"

" I meant to say that some people doesn't give any care about what we think. For example my idiot of a brother, he doesn't know anything than throw some nasty remarks and pranks.  One time I told him what I've read about my Mythology book and he just brushed me off while laughing. Sometimes, I convinced myself that his a retarded person". She mumbled annoyed.

I actually laughed at that. Typical Sonny.

" Your lucky he didn't ripped off your book just to get your attention".

"He does that to you?" She gaped at me and I just nod. "He's impossible! If he tries that stunt to me, I will ripped off his balls". She said annoyed.

He wouldn't want to mess with a bookworm.

" There's another thing I want to ask you, if you don't mind of course". I said after the long silence.

" Sure" she shrugged.

" I also saw you that night with a red stain all over your clothes . What happened? Are you hurt or something?"

" Oh that? I tripped and fell . I had a small cut on my forearm  and unconsciously spread it but it was nothing serious actually".

A couple of footsteps could be heard in a distance and when they glanced outside, they saw Zac and Sonny heading to the tree house. 

Sonny looked up at them and yelled. " The police officers from the other day wants to talk to all of us".

" Seems like something happened to the lady who was taken to the hospital" Zac gravely added.

" What happened to the lady?" Megan stiffly asked.

" We still don't know, Aunt Amelia and Aunt Carmela want us to be there". Zac said worriedly.