Ode to Dusk

Chapter 10

Since our little visit Leila and I have gone to town a few times. It's only been a week since then and we have visited about three times. Each time returning to that diner (my choice). I was secretly hoping to see the man again. But all three times he wasn't there. Which kind of sucked, but I guess I shouldn't be wanting to see this ride guy anyway.

Me and Leila were currently in her room, I was drawing and she was sewing. She was trying to turn an old sweater of mine into a cardigan. As for me, I was drawing Leila pricking her finger on a spinning wheel, because of how good she is at sewing and such. And because she is very pretty.

I'm not the best artist in the world nor do I claim to be, art isn't even something I do often. It's just a hobby I have that I really enjoy and such. And I am pretty decent but I only draw anime characters. Oh did I mention my secret live for anime? I'm a bit of a nerd. That's a lie, I am a huge nerd. I don't really keep it a secret either.

My drawing was turning out really decent, and I was getting a lot of details on the spinning wheel, making it come to life. She wasn't in an elegant ball gown tailor made for a princess, well she was actually. But her's was ripped, torn, and stained. She had hair that was spilling out of a tight bun at the top of her head, and she had fading blush and running mascara.

I look at my drawing and I smirk. It's not the best in the world but I am proud of it for sure. I'm glad I was able to make it look as detailed as it is. Because generally I suck at these types of things. Small details that is. My clumsy clunky hands are bad with drawing thin lines.

I look over to Leila as she lifts the cardigan, inspecting it. I see her grin and I assume it's completed. I look at it and take it in. It's made of a thinner fabric, meant to look tight but not skin tight. It was a nice navy blue and gray striped color. It had dark blue buttons and looked good.

"That's great Leila! It's gonna look absolutely amazing on you!" I said. She laughed.

"No silly! This is for you! It's your clothes I'm up cycling." She said. I blinked.

"I could never accept two gifts with nothing to give to you!" I exclaimed, waving my hands frantically.

"Oh you're not getting it for free, in return I want the drawing you just drew." She said.

"Of course! I drew it for you anyway." I smiled at her. She laughed.

"We must be on the same page then." She said. We exchanged our items. The cardigan was really soft. I love it a lot. "Look at the time! You must be off to bed Jason! Goodnight!" She said. She shooed me out of her room and then shut the door on me.

That was quite sudden. I mean it was only about ten, and it's not like we have anything to do tomorrow. But as soon as she finished the cardigan she kicked me out. That girl is gonna be the death of me I swear.

I started toward my room. But all of a sudden, I hear the voice. The voice. That voice. It had a peculiar high pitched shrill voice. And yet it didn't sound like anything. As it didn't need to speak, it could talk to me in the back of my mind.

'Born to the darkness, that is what you are.'. I shook my head. As per normal it wasn't making any sense. Man I just thought it was over. I can't admit it to the ones I love. They will for sure, without a doubt, throw me in the loony bin. I can't and will not take any chances.

I lay in my bed, surrounded by nothing but darkness. And I could tell the voice was starting to fade, and it wasn't hard anymore. Besides the thing it said about me being 'born by darkness' everything it said was something I couldn't make out.

I felt the oh so familiar feeling of slipping away. The feeling of sleep taking over as my consciousness slips away to the back of my mind. I felt myself slip through the sheets into the long awaited rest.