Colors (Krii7y)

9

I woke back up in the middle of the night, still in John's grasp as he laid peacefully asleep. I sighed to myself silently and turned around to where I was facing him. Tonight I get to see what is going on in your mind to make you depressed I think to myself. In all honesty I hate doing this kind of thing to people without their consent because I think if they want me to know they would tell me themselves. I took one last look at Johns peaceful face. This will bring up memories he would have rather keep in the back of his mind, but if I want to know the cause I will have to do it. I take a deep breathe and exhale, then I put my forhead against his and relax my body. Then I dive into Johns mind. Memories are flying past, but I ignore them as I know they are not the cause. I have to go to the back of his mind, which means I have to go far. If he wakes up while i'm doing this it will be bad. I see the memory. It's surrounded by darkness and clouded. You can't even make out details of the peoples face except one. I dive into the memory. John is huddled up into a corner while what looks like his mom and dad are fighting, verbally. He's not alone though. There is a girl, who is with him, she looks to be four or five years older than John. Then John starts saying something, but it's very muffled. I know if anyone can make it out ot would be me.

"K...e, i..... s.....," he stated in a fearful voice. Ugh, replay that part.

"Ka.. ie, i'm sc...d," not enough, again.

"Katie, i'm scared," I got the full sentance. Katie, is that like his sister? It looks that way. Then I got transported to a different memory. This time the adults were fighting, but the siblings were also there. Katie by the man who I am assuming is Johns father. With John by his mother. The woman slapped the man and with that the man turned, with Katie's hand in his, and left. John called her name, but all she could do was glance over her shoulder with an appologetic look.

I got out of John's head and groaned. Doing that left me with a major migraine. At least I know why he is so sad now. He hasn't seen her since that day, and he never got to say goodbye. I groaned quietly to myself. I looked back at John. He was still sleeping, still looked peaceful, but I know he is relieving a whole bunch of memories he would rather not. Right, I snaked my way out of his grip and went and sat at my computer. Katie Keyes. She should have a social media, right? I asked myself. I got on face book and searched her name. A few results popped up, but one really stood out. She looked just like the dream. And she is in our area. Maybe she didn't change her appearance so John would find her. She also probably moved back here so she could find him, but hasn't been able to yet.

I pulled up her page. I looked at it a bit to see if I could find anything that could confirm my suspicion. Bingo. There is a picture of her and little John swinging. I smiled at them, they looked so happy. Anyway, i decided to message her.

J: hello, i'm one of John's closest friends and I was wondering if you could come over to my house for a suprise birthday party, where you can see him again.

It took her a few moments to answer back, I probably woke her up. Oh well.

K: I need proof that you are his friend.

J: understandable. Here.
           Picture sent
It's a picture of John and I at the grocery store smiling into the camera. A few moments later she responded.

K: alright, i'll believe you. What's the address?

J: perfect, here you go, 123 playground stret. Also me him, and a couple of our other friends are having  a sleep over right now and will be having one until sunday, aka his birthday.

With that, we talked a few more hours learning more about one another, until it was morning and she needed to get ready to go to work. I closed facebook and turned my computer off. I'll let them sleep in, it is the weekend after all. I think to myself and start watching youtube on my phone, with earbuds of course. A few hours later and it's 11 o'clock. Guess it's time to go make breakfast, or I guess it's brunch now. I decided on making biscuits and gravey. I made enough for everyone, and by the time I was done everyone, but John was down stairs and watching TV. I could guess why he isn't here yet. It is the day he was separated from his sister and he had a dream about it last night. He did text me and tell me he wasn't feeling well and that he would stay in my room. To which I responded with an ok, text me if you need anything.