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Jog the memory: Their yells of my name and to stop and come back fell on deaf ears.
I ran and ran and ran, not stopping once. My feet went numb not too long ago but I kept going. My vision went blurry from the never ending tears that freely fell down my reddened cheeks. I suddenly felt a pain in my ankle and fell face forward onto the dirt and grass covered ground.
I pushed myself upwards with my arms and started spluttering. I scooted up against the rough bark of the tree. I let my face fall into my open palms which were covered in red scraps from the fall. I felt my nose run slightly and went to wipe my nose against my sleeve when I realized I had no sleeves. I dug through my satchel for my tissue box. I quickly dabbed my eyes and cheeks with it before blowing my nose. I through the tissue into the little trash can I had in my satchel.
I blubbered a bit more before gaining some calm again. 'How could she? After all I did for her! After all the trust I put into her. She nearly . . . she nearly told them. She probably did after I ran away. I always run away.'
I have too much anger and hurt in me I have to let it out. I dug through my satchel and took out one of my saving graces. I opened the drawing book whose cover I wound in rubber, paint splatter designed, tape. I opened the plastic, white with black butterfly, pencil case. I looked through my pencils finding the led pencil that had a slightly dull tip.
I blocked out the world, now it was only me and my precious sketch book. I concentrated on my overwhelming emotions. I drew the lines gracefully and carefully. Being precise with every dip and curve, every shade, every stroke made with care.
By the time I came back to my senses, my emotions were used and I saw the picture I had created. I stared at it, the picture I created, the mirror image of all my hurt and pain. There, portrayed on the crisp paper of my sketch book, was the image of a crying eye. Open for the entire world to see, because as they say, "The eyes are the mirror of one's soul." I didn't realize that I said that out loud.
I looked back at the picture to see wet spots on it. I felt up, hesitantly, to touch the bottom of one of my eyes. I pulled my fingers back to see that the glistened with some of my tears.
"Wow." I shriek when I hear someone's voice. I quickly closed my book at turned around to meet emerald green eyes. I hold my chest, right where my quickly beating heart rests inside. "You're really good! And what was that you just said?" I look at the man with pink ears that only he could pull off.
I look away and place my arms over my knees my sketch book and pencils between my legs and torso. I lean my forehead against my resting arms. "Hey did you hear me?" Boris questioned me. ". . . Yes." "Are you going to tell me what you said?" I shake my head no. I heard him chuckle seemingly amused. I slowly bring my head up only to see his face right in front of mine, our noses nearly touching. I sucked in a deep breath out of shock.
He gently touched my shoulder about to speak when he stops. I felt that sensation go through my body again, closing my eyes from the foreign feeling. 'This will take some getting used to.' The hare attributes reverse inside of me and the cat attributes show themselves. I opened my eyes to look up at the male in front of me to see a slight blush dust his tattooed cheeks.
He moved and sat beside me. He gently grabbed my head and pulled it to rest on his shoulder. He just let me lay there and weep. He comforted me and just held his large hand on my head rubbing it slightly every now and then. When I stopped my crying and calmed down enough to speak I looked up at him with my eyes. I rubbed my head against his shoulder to get his attention, it worked.
"T-Thank you. You don't know me but you leant me a shoulder to cry on and were there when I needed someone. So . . . thank you." I looked down in embarrassment, not used to letting someone see me cry and in a weakened state. Not used to someone caring for me or accepting me being like that and treating me kindly.
"Now that you're calm, will you tell me what happened back there?" He asked me while jabbing his thumb in the direction of, what I assume, the tea party is at. I sighed but thought he deserved an answer for treating me with kindness.
"I . . . I don't want to tell you much because I barely know you." I saw him look down with a sad, but understanding smile. "But," I saw him look up his eyes showed surprise and excitement at me, "I will tell you this. I have had a very difficult life. A life I wouldn't wish to be put on anyone. I life that made me develop fears. A life that made me the way I am, though. I wouldn't be the person I am today if those events didn't happen to me. I . . . don't trust many people with knowledge of my past." I paused to take a breath and grab some more self-control.
"I told Clair a little about my past. I trusted her with some secrets that could be used against me, to hurt me, and she nearly told you all one of them. She told you some embarrassing moments of my life. I can deal with that. But I can't deal with her nearly telling a secret of mine that is truly a secret. Not one of those gossip secrets that TV girls have, no, a secret that literally could make me brake down."
I turned to look at him for the first time since speaking to him about the secret. He was staring at me with serious eyes. "The eyes are the mirror to one's soul." I whispered to him before looking away to stare at the forest surrounding us. "What?" He questioned me, confusion lacing his voice. "What I said before. 'The eyes are the mirror to one's soul.' It is a saying I have. You can never hide your eyes. Eyes betray what people try to hide, their true to heart emotions."
I could feel his eyes focused on my person. I made no move to look at him. He gently, but firmly, gripped my jaw and turned my face so he stared into my eyes. I darted my eyes to stare at the ground. "What has happened to you?" I suddenly shoot my eyes to look at the pink-clad man.
We stare at each other for a few moments before he releases his hold on my jaw. I move my head to face the forest again. "You are the Cheshire Cat in this game, right?" "Yeah." "Do you like riddles?" I said looking at him. The second I finished that question he was looking at me like a child who was told he could have the last cookie in the cookie jar.
"I will take that look as a yes. I, myself, adore riddles. So here is one for you. How is a raven like a writing desk?" I stopped speaking for a second looking at my sketchbook still resting between my legs and torso. "It was a riddle said to be impossible to solve but I was determined to figure it out. I, eventually, did shocking many. If you can answer it I will reward you."
"What would be the reward?" He questioned me, he seemed eager at the challenge. I shrugged my shoulders, "I, guess, anything within reason. Take as long as you want to answer it."
We waited a few moments and he said we should head back to the others. I refused saying I wanted to stay here and with my new friend, Teresa the Tree. He laughed at me to which I gave a pout in return. He offered his hand to me and I ignored it and him. He wouldn't have that. He crouched down and grabbed me around my waist and I gave a shocked yell. "What the hell are you doing?!" He placed me over his shoulder and began the walk back to the others as if I was as light as a feather.
Teresa the Tree
So I put a little bit of Boris love in here. Just felt like it.
So here is something.
Who do you think Kat should be with? I won't keep track of who puts their vote in and let's see where it goes~!
Fruity out peace!