Midnights

Chapter Three

Peter

At the time I didn’t know what she was staring at, but I didn’t want to move a muscle or even breathe, in case it would break the spell that was forming. This happened a few times before; she would go and stare off at something no one could see. Sometimes when the spell broke she would be in tears or she’d laugh gently. But there was something in those neon blue eyes of hers. (She didn’t much like it when I said her eyes were neon blue. She told me they were just blue and there was nothing special about them, but I didn’t think so.) But there was still something in those eyes, something I didn’t entirely recognize, but when I look closer I saw that she was questioning something, and I had to fight back the urge to look behind me and see what that question was. Then suddenly the question started to fade, as did the spell.

She looked at me and her eyes weren’t burning as bright as they had been. “I want to go home,” she said it in a kind of frightened voice, one I wasn’t used to hearing from her, but I nodded and lead her away.

She was very quiet on the way back and I thought it strange when she didn’t tell me what she saw, but I didn’t ask her about it. But I couldn't stop myself from guessing.

What was it? If it had been something terrible she would have cried, and if it had been something wonderful she would have laughed, but she didn’t do either and it made me wonder. I opened my mouth a couple of times to say something but I couldn’t make the words come out. We walked in silence the rest of the way.

When we got to her house she sat down on the porch and looked at me. Those neon blue eyes of hers were so intense that I sat down as well.

“I think I’m losing my Sight.” Her voice came out shaky and scared, and it made me worry. I had never heard her voice like that before.

“Why? I mean, what did you see?”

“I saw…” she looked out to the stars, and for a second I thought she was going to laugh, but instead she said, “I didn’t see anything.” And walked into her house, without so much as a backward glance. I was only nine at the time, but I knew that something more was going to come of this.

Yes, something much more.