Blind
Chapter 6: It is better to travel well than to arrive.
One week past by with no sign of Miyagi. All week I have been out driving to find any sign of civilization. Hoping there will be someone out there who knows how to get back to the city. There has to be someone out there because Miyagi can't be the only crazy nut head living out here.
Night came by sooner than I expected and it feels a bit chilly out here in this desert terrain. Sitting outside on the porch, I grab a pineapple can from the heavy hiking backpack i had on earlier and jam it with my navy blue pocket knife. The pineapple juices drips down from the can onto my raw callous hands. I lick dripping sugary goodness. I proceed to open the can more so i can eat the delectable goodies it has in store for me. I savor each and every single bite of the pineapple slices. I'm getting drunk off of this expired fruit and it feels amazing.
Cheerio nap besides me as I devour the entire can. I never had a dog before in my entire life. Let alone be able to have the opportunity to take care of another life. I was never allowed to pay attention to anything else other than myself. I never understood why? Was it because I am still too young to experience pain, discomfort or sadness. Is there an age where you are not allowed to experience true life events? I felt like my other life has been sugar coated and painted only with selfish desires. Despite trying to study abroad to get away from family, I'm still pampered with having a wealthy sponsor home who understands a bit of Japanese. Not once have I worry about the drought and knowing there is a possibility that there will be no water to drink the next day. Not once have I worried that I might not have enough food to eat for tomorrow. Not once have I put life at risk. Not once have I ever been so scared yet I end up having the best time of my life. Not once have I felt grateful for having a loving home, cooked meal and people who care about me. My eyes water up and the sky turn into a blurry mess. Tears fell and for the first time in my life, I prayed.
"Forgive me God for my selfish acts...I haavv-ve been acting like a fool lately. I miss my family, my friends and I even miss my stupid sister...Yet I don't know why I miss Miyagi, my captor? I just can't find myself to hate this man. I feel like I'm growing closer and closer to him and I'm scared of what's going to happen to me..."
*thunder*
The roaring sky interrupts my prayer. Drips of rain drops down from the sky. Cheerio squeals and runs inside for shelter. This has been the first rainstorm I have witness in this lifeless dessert. The cool icy rain drops splash against my sun kiss skin. The weather turn cold, real cold but it didn't matter because I began to run around barefoot while splashing puddles. This adrenaline pumping inside my body felt amazing. I had no clue how much fun playing in the rain can be. My stresses, my fears, my worries... all went away for that single rainy night.
...~...
I woke up. I was in my sanctuary with my dog cheerio sleeping right beside me. I lay there in my bed thinking about how much fun I had acting like a kid last night. I got up and open the blinds in my sanctuary only to see more rain. Has it rain all last night? The water was about a few centimeters deep and it continues to rise throughout the morning. Cheerio got up and went to the kitchen. He sat in front of the sliding glass doors and just kept looking as if he knows something.
"Cheerio?" I call out in a worrisome tone.
He looks back at me and smiles as he wags his tail. Cheerio kept looking outside the sliding glass doors as I cook breakfast. I made scramble eggs and bacon. I place half of the eggs and bacon from what I cook onto the floor so he can eat.
"Cheerio! Look, breakfast!"
Cheerio looks at me and the food, but ignores it and continues to look at the glass door. I ate my food ignoring at what the dumb dog is staring out so long. All I see outside is just rain. He obviously hates rain since he cowardly went inside the minute it began to rain last night.
Moments later the dog began growl and howl at the glass door. I look outside and saw him…
"Miyagi..."
It's him, my captor...he came back.
Cheerio's growls and howls began to grow louder and longer. He paces the floor as he keeps his eyes on him.
Miyagi opens the sliding glass door. Our eyes meet face to face.
I don't know if I should he happy, angry, or sad to finally see him after one long week. My first clenches up.
"Shinobu, thank goodness you're al-"
I cut him off by punching his stupid face. I tackle him down to the floor and throw a couple of more punches. He pushes me off, grabs my wrists and pins me down to the floor.
"What the hell is your problem Shinobu!"
"What the hell is yours? You ran off and left me here." I spit at his face and he let go of me.
"Miyagi, you are a fucking liar! You told me there was not enough gas to be able to drive back to a town."
"I don't have time to deal with your shit."
He went outside in the horrible flooded rain while I ran after him.
"Come back here asshole! I'm not done with you!"
He opens up the basement and went down there while I follow. He turns on the lights and was ghastly taken back at the disaster that has happened to the basement. The basement is flooded with a few centimeters of water, enough that when I stand, my ankles are inside the water. Miyagi screams out of frustration and runs towards some of the boxes. He opens them up and fell down onto his knees in the water.
"Miyagi..." I call out his name in concern.
"Go away..." He stutters
Tears flow down as his tough image began to melt away into this vulnerable state. I am no longer angry at him. I actually feel bad and want to help him. I walk towards him and touch his shoulder.
"I said GO AWAY!"
He pushes me away and I splash onto the ground. This man is not stable and wants to be left alone. I left the basement and went inside the house. The skies roars as more rain began to pour. I took off my drench clothes and turn on the bathtub. Hot steam fills the bathroom blue tile walls. I enter the bathtub and bath in silence. I wonder what was in that box that was so important to Miyagi. Images of Miyagi crying fills up my overflowing mind.
...~...
Note: I don't know if anyone still reads this story since I take forever to update. I'm not dead, I just been busy and didn't know what to write since I lost a bit of inspiration along the way. Religion has inspire me to write this chapter, so I'm sorry if I offend anyone about Shinobu talking to his version of God but I felt that since he lost a bit of hope, religion would be something he would go to. The terrorist couple are the least favorite among the fans which makes me makes me sad there isn't many fan fictions about them. If you do still read this or just barely read this story, then I want to say thank you. One day I will finish this story even though I'm pretty bad at being consistent at updating my this story and as well as the other stories I written. Anyways, I should stop rambling. Hopefully someone reads this *fingers cross*