Part Forty-Five:

"What day is it,"I asked Daviel, barely curious. I was still kind of tired. We were back in the car, but it felt so weird. After all the times I was in the back seat...and the trunk, now I was sitting in the front passenger side. It felt strange to not have Jestin in here, fiddling with the radio like the maniac she is. Daviel didn't say anything for a minute, as if he couldn't remember what day it was. I waited, though. I never could keep up with the days.

"March 29th, thursday,"Daviel said slowly. I nearly choked on my own air. But instead, I only winced physically. Maybe I should have mentioned this before, but I prefer to try to drive this stuff out of my head. Oak's birthday was today. Well, would have been today. He'd be 19. But now he'll forever be 10. I was the only one in my family that kept up a tradition. It's not a big, special tradition...but just something I did two times a year for my own health.

I'd go to the grave of Oaklan Kinrey. Usually I went there with a batch of flowers to replace the dead, tattered ones. Only twice a year, though. March 29th for his birthday. June 14th for his deathday. My parents never came with me. On these days, my dad randomly disappeared, often not showing up until late the next day. In which my drunk mother would start screaming at him, blaming it all on him. Which is a great reason for me to go to the gravesite, and stay at the hotel for a day.

"Are you all right,"Daviel suddenly asked, glancing from the road to me. Probably didn't go so well wincing like that. It's just another day of life moving on. I don't know why I can't get over it. I mean, it happened nine years ago. I'm surprised I even can remember Oak. My family rarely talks of him. And the only thing my mom had the guts to say anything, was when she was telling how protective Oak was. I didn't believe a word she said.

"He was six, Ivy was four, and some little boy had shoved her in the mud. Then before we knew it, Oak was shoving this little three year old's head into the mud. It nearly killed him--,"And then she had broke off in strangled tears. It sickened me. I hated anything to do with crying. I especially hate when I cry. It's a sign of weakness. A sign that is forbiddened to show in my book. Shit happens, you deal. You don't cry over it. You sit down, find a way around it, and you deal with it.

"Ivy,"Daviel said sharply, pulling me out of my zoned area. "Wha- Oh, yeah. I'm fine,"I said, getting ahold of myself. When I zone out, I know from what people tell me that I look deeply depressed. It annoys me when they ask what's wrong. Nobody gets the fact that that's the original set of my face with I'm in deep thought. Daviel didn't seem to get it. Or maybe he was just basing it off the fact that I still had a face of discust on. I WASN'T GOING TO BE ABLE TO SEE OAK'S GRAVE.

Simple.

"Where are we going,"I asked again, interupting Daviel in mid-sentence. Daviel completely stopped the car. It shocked me, but I just sat there. Apathy is so great a gift to humans. Lovely. "What is wrong with you,"he said, turning to glare at me,"Is it Tyra? Maybe Dreya? What is wrong? You're always zoned out like that, and I want to know right now what you're thinking!" He sounded very mad. But inside it made me laugh. Ah, vampires. They're so funny.

He was practically doing exactly what Jestin had done. Except Jestin had done a more curious approach, while Daviel was more demanding. They can't hear my thoughts, so they both ask for it immediately. "Nothing's wrong,"I said simply. Daviel scoffed,"March 29th." I bit my lip, cringing inside. I'll never like that date. "What is it,"Daviel asked furiously,"What's today, huh?" And now he's just pissing me off. "It's only Oak's birthday,"I snapped furiously,"There's nothing to fuss over!"

And I crossed my arms, and glared at the road ahead of us. Daviel was silent for a moment. "Now what are you thinking,"he asked suddenly. I scoffed. "You can't be all 'what are you thinking',"I snapped in annoyance,"Minds...well, MY mind at least, isn't just one line at a time. It's not a friggin book, you got that? There's not an order to it! I look at something, and automatically I have words all scrambled telling me it's purple, circled, kinda light, the location, and it goes on forever!

"Not to mention the fact that you also have what I'm thinking about previously in it. There's memories, rambling, along with what's happening, what I'm wishing, who I'm thinking about, what their name is, what they look like, who they look like, and so on and so on. It's not just looking into a mind, and hearing the thing on the surface. There IS NO surface! It's all a pool of stuff that nobody can reach or fully understand. It should be that way with EVERY mind."

And my lecture was done. I based this off of my own thoughts...and I also tested it with my best friend before she moved away. Well, not exactly my 'Best' Friend. Just a friend I only talked to at school. I had asked her what she was thinking because that was one of those days when I was observing my beliefs. Like I did with my color theory. She said that she was just thinking. As if she couldn't hear a voice, but yet stuff was telling her stuff.

But then she said something odd, to me. My friend had told me that she had background music in her head. Of course she would. She's a music fanatic. But she said with everything that happens around her, some song that goes with the situation plays as background music in the back of her head. Like a movie. I thought it was so weird. So I had gone and asked a random person if it was the same with her. At first she had looked at me weird, but eventually she said no. Only when the song is sang. That's when it's in her head.

Then again, maybe my friend was just plain weird. Then again, maybe I'm weird. I'm the one who doesn't hear music. I wonder if it's some kind of disease. Hm. Anyways, back to Daviel. He had thought about it for a moment before starting the car towards wherever we were going. "Audrey, then Riley,"Daviel reminded me shortly. Then there was silence. Oh my God, I love silence. It gives my mind enough room to expand around the area.

Seeing as my thoughts cring away from noises. Daviel suddenly said,"You can turn on the radio if you want to." I looked at the radio. "Why,"I asked. Just to hear noise? Nah, I think I'd prefer to just sit here. The car is enough noise as it is. "To listen to music,"Daviel stated dully,"Don't you have a favorite station to listen to?" I smirked,"Why would you listen to a station?" Only after I said it did I remember that a station was a channel. Duh. God, I'm so stupid.

"You don't listen to the radio,"Daviel asked, looking at me curiously. I shrugged,"Not really." And he was suddenly smile, but trying to hide it. "What,"I asked, insulted. "Nothing,"he said shortly,"except that you're weird." HEY! I'd kick him if I wasn't afraid of him reeling off the road, and flipping the car AGAIN. "I'm not weird, I just don't listen to the radio,"I said, highly offended. He scoffed,"Then what music DO you listen to?" Great, the specially weird question.

Why not confirm that I'm a freak? Everybody already knows how much I love being weird anyways. Pfft. Man, I hate myself. No, you don't. Yes, I do. You do not! I do to, and shut up! You shut up! STOP IT. Now I AM a freak. I'm talking to myself. Someone call the Insanity Ward while you can before I go crazy, and kill someone. I can see it now. 'So, Ivy, why'd you do it?' 'Well, Dr. Phil, I told myself to. I can't go against the word of myself! Then it would use my seeing powers and kill me!'

Yep. Bye Bye, Ivy!

"Um...eee...uh-yah,"I struggled to think of ONE song I had heard the title to. Come on. Remember the words you skipped over in books you've read. Remember the words of you're mother saying "Oh the ------, I LOVE that band." Son of a bitch. I suck. But Daviel had already started looking at me in amuzement with one brow lifted. "You don't know any music,"he asked. Wow, what a shocker. Of course I know music. I just said 'Uh-yah'. Everybody knows THAT'S a band.

"Rap, pop, hip-hop, maybe,"Daviel asked,"Classic, Country, anything?" Ok. My definitions of these words were strange, but I never understood the original terms anyways:

RapRape

Popsoda

Hip-hopkangaroo

ClassicGone with the Wind

CountryFarmers petting their cows

None of these terms came out as music to me. Or maybe you can make out music with that...that's talent! But I doubt that was what Daviel was talking about. So I only shook my head. "Nope,"I said shortly, not willing to tell him I prefer silence over hearing a kangaroo hip-hop around. Doesn't sound interesting enough to me! Daviel only laughed, and we were pulling up to Audrey's driveway. "I'll go in first,"Daviel explained to me carefully,"Just in case...you know...anything happened."

Just in case the demon went there, and killed Audrey while searching for me. "Got it,"I said darkly. Daviel got out of the car, and soon enough had disappeared inside the house. Not too long later, he came back out to the car. "Is she,"I started. "She's fine. You can go in for a moment, but we can't stay too long,"Daviel told me quickly. I got out of the car. Like always, I entered Audrey's house to be smothered in her little care bear hugs. I hate being hugged.

Unless it's Daviel. I wouldn't mind that. PAY ATTENTION! Right. "Ivy, I was so worried,"Audrey said,"Daviel called, and told me what happened!" I looked at Daviel,"I thought you said-" He shook his head,"He could have come here between the time of us leaving and arriving. We have to be careful now." Audrey looked at the both of us, but then started dragging me off somewhere. "Not too long,"Daviel said loudly from behind me. Geez, relax pal.

Audrey had pulled me into another room that was surrounded by more plants than the other room I've seen. "What's this about,"I asked slowly, looking around. "I need you to use your Sight,"Audrey said carefully. Well, I was talking about the plants in this room, but whatever. "Um, maybe you'll need Daviel around, then,"I suggested carefully,"Wait...why do you need me to use my sight?" This is curious actions. Seeing as Audrey seems more of the person who goes all "use it when it's time" instead of "USE IT NOW".

"We have to see if Jestin is all right, and you'll be the only one able to do it,"Audrey said. I started to object to this, but Audrey plowed on,"But you'll have to do it, and then run. He'll be able to tell you've spotted them, and he'll know you were here." THEN I really DID object. "I'm not going to let him know about you,"I yelled furiously,"And besides, I can't see anything except the future of where I am. Plus, I have to be where they are to see anything, anyways."

Audrey scoffed. She SCOFFED. What the hell happened to happy-go-lucky Audrey? To yoga ma'am? "You'll not worry about me. Dreya did an honor dying for you. Just like Jestin will if she dies,"Audrey snapped,"You have no clue how important It is to preserve. Him having Jestin will only block Daviel, which could just get you in trouble!" I glared at her furiously. "Besides, you can see ANYTHING if you put you're concentration into it,"Audrey said in a low voice.

I remember how I could actually see into Dreya's mind. But all people with the Sight can do that. So maybe all people with The Sight can use it in any way. Well, that's not what Audrey said the first time I met her. Why does it seem like everyone is hiding something from me?