Meh I decided to start naming these things. Hope you like it, here's a little piece of life inside the mind of the Kay...
Chapter 6: Nightmare
I'm standing on the rooftop of the house, looking up at the sky. It's clear and cool this morning. I'm guessing Joice is still asleep. That or she just refuses to show herself. Either way, I've been up here forever and am looking at where this is going...
I'm a thief - probably a wanted thief. And from the looks of it, I'm stuck with some girl who's either lost her marbles, was dropped on her head as a kid in a room full of knives, or just plain was born with psychoneurosis... She's nuts. And I'm too soft to let her run around with a bandage trailing behind her. Damn it. I wouldn't be surprised at all if I got arrested today.
For the sake of calming my nerves, I slipped down to ground level and started sneaking around the lot to the other houses in the vicinity. They weren't right next to mine, but they were close enough for me to run back and act like nothing happened. I stopped at this big grey house across from mine and pulled the backyard gate open. I could smell their barbecue - who grills for breakfast? I mean, really? Whatever. They're inside, I think.
I take the opportunity to stick to the shadows and curl around the back fence, avoiding any windows and such. The grill was laden with salmon and ham. It smelled amazing. Carefully, I swiped all the delicious looking food onto the plate next to the grill, and took the same route back.
Thankfully I didn't hear any sirens or anything when I came back in and closed the door. I set the fish and meat down on the table and then set the table. It was kind of a reflex - apart from the part where I set the table for two. I would always eat what I stole as soon as I got home so there'd be no evidence... right?
I had started drifting off to sleep when I heard a noise, like a whining sound. I thought it was a siren and stiffened, gripping the edge of my seat as if it was a lifeline. Time seemed to slow down and I could almost imagine Joice walking into the area with a megahorn on the siren mode. Seems like something she'd do to me. But alas, nothing happened - the siren must've been for someone else. I'd hope so; I can't even begin to think about what would happen if I was arrested. I rubbed my neck nervously just thinking about it.
Sleep got the better of me though, and I drifted off into a dream that soon morphed into a nightmare.
...
It was like my life - my entire life.
First it started out with the accident - A bright sunny day on which my parents were going to a wedding. It was snowing pretty heavily lately but the streets were clear. Clear, but deathly slippery. Lenthin, my mother, and Jejingina, my father - we called him Gina - were actually traveling all the way back to Xing for the wedding - it was pretty important to them. I was ten years old, and they'd hired a babysitter for the time they'd be off.
So they drove off, waving cheerfully to me. Their goodbyes were the last time I'd see them in person.
I only heard the news days later - Someone was driving drunk, and the ice on the road didn't help at all. They died on impact.
I didn't attend their funerals. I didn't tell my babysitter I was leaving. I got the ladder from the study in their room and started climbing to the stand hung up on the wall - the stand that held a short blade. It was just for decoration, but it had a transmutation circle carved on it. Luckily it was the only one I knew how to use. Gina had taught me how to use it.
I took the sword and the clothes on my back and left without warning. It was a terrible idea to leave during winter, but it was a choice I took at the spur of the moment.
Just months later the sword was used against me. The policemen thought I was a threat, and they confiscated it. There wasn't much else they could do, thankfully. I was ten.
For years after that, I survived by stealing without harming. And it worked.
That was the past.
...
Then I dreamt of the night I met Joice, but everything seemed to be warped. Her eyes had a redish tint to them and everything was a blur. And one thing was different - she didn't seem hurt by that stab wound.
That's the present.
The last thing I remember from the dream was a dark place. I couldn't see well, but apparently Joice was there with me. I could see that she was hurt badly, and I think I was too. My vision was hazy. We were walking together, and the ground suddenly crumbled under my feet and I fell.
I kept falling until I landed in something pale and soft...
It was Joice's palm. I looked up at her, frightened by the creations of my own mind - though I didn't know it when I was asleep - and she smirked coldly as she always does.
She closed her palm tightly.
Luckily I woke up before I could see the end.
That can't be the future.