"I heared you see things."
The woman who called herself Phoebe tried to make a conversation.
"If others can't see it, doesn't mean it isn't reality."
Looking at her made me feel sick. With my knees against my chest, I grabbed
my cold feet. My eyes were pulled to the dimension. A different one. Green
beautiful fields of perfect grass. A chance to enjoy the peaceful sight
didn't come. The words of Phoebe sharply interrupted everything. The peace
of the green fields was gone, and replaced by a dark castle.
"What is it you see then?"
I deeply sighed, bored by the familiar question. A question which was asked
almost every day, by different so called experts. With still my eyes locked
on the grey castle I answered:
"What does it matter what I see, if you already decided not to believe it?"
With a quick look I noticed she didn't even write something down. Somehow
that was relieving. The sound of a scratching pen had always annoyed me.
The silence of Phoebe at least meant she was a good listener. She broke
that thought as if lightning had forced her to speak.
"I'm a good listener though. Sharing can be relieving."
The sudden statement surprised me. It was exactly the thing I thought
before. With a frowned look I saw deeply in her eyes, but as a magnet my
eyes went to the fading dark dimension.
Like an almost blind bird the sight changed. It flew back to the bloodshed.
The battle was over. The vision became more clear. Bodies were lying
everywhere. Bloody spears reaching high above the bodies.
One man moved. Despite all of the wounds he stumbled on his feet. The hero
of the day. With the sight high above, he stumbled his way back into the
forrest. The people I loved prooved themselves not to be strong enough for
this battle. A voice interrupted my thoughts, though the grieve got
stronger.
"I know I'm supposed to stay for an hour, but I want you to think about the
fact if you're ready to tell me what it is you see. You can tell the
decision to me tomorrow. I'll be here as often as I can."
With Phoebe's black shoes cracking a bit with every step, she walked back
to the door. Apparently she had used the thing about safety, because the
low voice was ready to lock the door behind her. The feeling of obvious
precence had left, and I slid into my own thoughts till the day will break
again.
