The Soul That's Always Watching

by Josho nikushimi

who knew that when you died god truly did listen to your last thoughts. I should have thought it through better before I was stuck in this continuous loop. I wish somebody would've told me when I was still alive... if I had known, I wouldn't have asked for a second chance in my worthless life.

4. Chapter 4

"Yuki? What are you drawing?" the blond haired woman peered over her son's shoulder at the piece of paper he was drawing on.

"This is Mite." the 9-year-old pointed to the boy in the top left corner of the paper. It was drawn in detail, with dark eyes, and pale skin. His clothes were shaded darker colors, and his hair a dark black-grey color.

"Oh? And who are the other two?"

"This is Tenshi."

The mother raised her eyebrow, "Angel?"

Nodding the boy smiled up at his mother giving her a better view of the picture. Lighter hair, shade a light grey. Maybe brown, and large doe eyes. It was then that the mother noticed something in common with the three people. All of them had the same look in their eyes.

Her son's final drawing was a man, with dark hair just like the first picture, and his face looked to be stuck in a permanent emotionless mask, "Who is this?"

"That's James!" grinning the boy began drawing another picture, this one of himself. His short spiky hair appeared first, then his face, complete with cheerful eyes and a bright smile. Despite being cheerful, his eyes still held the same wisdom as all his other pictures.

"Why are you drawing all the eyes like that?"

He turned to smile even brighter at his mother and opened his eyes so she could stare at them. "That's what my eyes look like right."

The corner of the mother's lips twitched in a nervous smile. "Yes. that is correct Yuki." It was true. In fact, her son's eyes held even more wisdom than his drawings. It was almost as if she was looking into the eyes of a man who had lived many times over.

"Can we eat lunch now? I'm hungry."

"Y-yes." She stood to head into the kitchen but turned back to face her nine-year-old son, "Hey Yuki. do you think I could take your drawing to work?"

Almost as if a switch had been flipped her son's eyes pierced her own, "There's nothing wrong with me."

She sucked in a quick air of breath suddenly feeling very uncomfortable in the presence of you young son. "I know Yuki. I know." with that she vanished into the kitchen to escape the tension hanging thinly in the air, squeezing her lungs in a steel grip.

"It's not you Yuki. There's something wrong with all of us…" with that the frightened mother snatched up a kitchen knife and walked back into her living room.

"I'm sorry."

It really is amazing what fear of the unknown can do to the human mind...