Midnight Grey

Chapter 18 Confessions

The stone house is as eerie as I remember and before I can even knock Amarie answers the door. The Sundress she is wearing is sky blue with bright yellow sunflowers all over. Her black hair hangs down almost to her waist. "Hello!" her voice is high and cheerful.

I blink at her surprised and as if reading my mind, she responds, "Come in we were expecting you. We just finished chocolate sundaes! I got to stay up late tonight!" I just notice how it's 11:56pm, but Amarie skips care-free about the room, waving for me to follow.

I shut the door behind me and follow her across the familiar room. The statue I was told represents the battle between good and evil never ends staring back at me. I wonder which one I am. Good or Evil? I used to think good, but after tonight I'm unsure. I turn my head to the other side of the room.

I follow her into the kitchen, where Mistress Sourcha is sitting down three bowls on the table. "Come. Sit." She gestures to the other seats at a table that's small enough to be two end tables pressed together.

Amarie gives me one of her curtsies and bids me goodnight.

After she leaves, Mistress Sourcha's purple eyes probe into me as if she discerns what I've come to ask, and she is waiting for me to do so.

I stare back at her. My skin crawling on my back, since I'm unsure if I want to hear the answers to the questions I'm straining to ask.

A clock chimes loud making me almost jump out of my seat. Mistress Sourcha's lips curl and her eyes spark in calm delight. "Ah, Midnight. Your time of day." My face crinkles and her eyes open in invitation telling me to go ahead and ask.

Her actions give me the place to start, "What do you mean Midnight is my time of day?"

"It symbolizes you," she speaks plainly. "You have been in a dark part of your life. One where your thoughts trouble you. Even your feelings bother you. You view all of them as dark. But I think the thing which disturbs you the most is you're starting to realize they aren't." She smiles and even though no candle is flicking in her face her expression is still eerie and worse she gave me more riddles.

I sigh rubbing my temples, "Can you tell me what you meant that day about me having green eyes. I don't believe you meant nothing by it." My hands clasp together in a firm grip in front of me. I lean towards making my expression stern.

Her dark skin shows more of the wrinkles around her eyes as she smiles, "Yes and I do think you're ready for that answer."

I swallow, "Yes, please." My voice sounds dry.

"Green eyes are unique. They hold the sense to see into the mystic realm. To view dreams others cannot. Some even possess the ability to peer into the spirit realm." As if on cue, the warmth comes and cups its hands over my shoulders to give me support. Mistress Sourcha gazes past me, almost like something is actually there. She smiles and nods acknowledging the essence then focuses back on me.

My breath which was being held in my chest releases, but my head starts swimming.

I close my eyes for a moment and as I ask the question my heart bubbles and flutters in fear. "Mistress Sourcha," I speak slowly like the words need to be precise, "Before when you told me I would end up with the person in my dream for a long time." I pause, eyeing her. Her expression saying I'm getting somewhere, so I push through the fluttering and my heart starts to pound. "And you said I misinterpreted your words, do you still believe that?"