Kai (unfinished)

Chapter Nine - Confusion

Chapter Nine - Confusion - Kai

"Kai? Kai!?" My arms flailed rapidly, as I tore into the bushes, trying to find him; to see where he went.
"Kai where are you!?" I yelled, the two girls observed, confusion splashed on their faces.
"Sir, you won't find much behind those bushes; that's the coal shaft, it leads straight up to the mines." We watched Aurora's finger lift high up in the air, pointing to a large coal rig positioned high up on Mount Byholt. "I can take you up there, my daddy works as a foreman." Amanda nodded swiftly, holding onto my shoulder as I struggled to understand these events, I was so confused.
"That's a good idea, how far?" Amanda asked, she was trying to be optimistic. 
"It's only a forty minute walk, although the climb is quite steep up this road, it wraps around the mountain you see; a little dangerous if I might add." 
"We can manage it..." Nathan started the walk, there was something eerie about this and he looked a little out of touch; sure his boyfriend was just murdered before his eyes, but there was something else, something off about him.

"How much longer?" The girls asked, unbeknownst of where we had been, what we had been through.
"It's not too far, keep going!" Nathan barked, Amanda gave me a look of worry as she comforted the two girls, their faces covered in ash. Amanda sniffed the air, in the distance raid sirens could be heard screaming away.
"Where are those sounds coming from?" She moved a little closer to me, but the words were just as haunting as the sirens themselves.
"It's the siren for the mine, there was a fire, but I think daddy made it out."
"I think mine did too, maybe..." I watched as the shorter girl stopped in her tracks, we all did as she did, Amanda gave me a strange look and she opened her mouth to speak when the far off sound of a truck could be heard, we all quickly leaped to the grassy side of the road. But the taller girl didn't, her mind hadn't made the connection between the vehicle and the safety patch of grass we crouched on; a quick scream as the girl's body lit up brightly and Amanda tried to rush forwards.

There was something wrong, there was no solid truck; it was a translucent shade, it came racing around the corner but it looked ghostly. The truck was near invisible! There were men on the back, ghosts, men who weren't solid and they were burnt so badly; skin blackened, their eyes staring back at us, empty and devoid of any considerable emotion. We all just watched, silently with our mouths gaping; above us crackling fires and burning wood, the sirens in the distance and a low hum of an invisible motor engine. We were never going to escape, the town truly had changed and we came face to face with ghosts; we followed it's trail, it passed right through a sheltering Aurora, the other girl running out to hold her friend closely.

"Aurora are you okay!?" The air was becoming tense again, I could feel another black out approaching, my head was drawing backwards but I had to keep everything under control.
"I don't know Georgia, that was terribly frightening." Had to keep everything under control.
"Dante?" Under control. "Dante... what's wrong?" She wanted me but if I said anything my mind would let go, it would become vulnerable and I couldn't let that... "Dante." She has a hand on my shoulder, what am I going to do, if I'm freaking out? "Dante!?"
"What!?" I yelled, the darkness swelling me up once again as she blurred away into the dark and cold.

"...your parents?" My eyes flashed open, the room was not the one with the red door, I was safer; I had control now. In the corner the clock ticked, mocking me, the couch was soft; had I been lying down? The walls were a strangely calm colour, could calm even be a colour? And the desktop in the corner showed a analog clock screensaver, somewhat ironic to the digital one on the wall opposite it. It had the date above it, September the fourth, 2015. "Dante?"
"Huh?!" The word jumped from my mouth, I didn't know there was someone in the room with me. I ignored the psychiatrist, the dream was still filling her face in, instead I focused on my hands; they were smaller, I was a teenage boy again.
"Before you were sent to live with your nan, how warm was the relationship you had with your parents?"
"Warm?" I asked, not looking up, I could hear her pen scrawling across hard paper.