Chapter 67
I stay quiet, during the day.
I watch Alice in action, I try to help out with the kids, but my mind is always backing to the night before.
I felt it again.
It already came for me.
It keeps shifting.
I feel the movement.
I can almost see it.
I know why it's here.
Alice suggested that I talk to a counselor because of my attempted suicide; I've told her that I had enough counseling in that God-awful place, but she insisted.
So after a few days of staying with them I'm going to the local clinic to talk to a consular. I walk down the family center that is located just a few blocks from there home. I talked to the woman in charge there, she told me to talk to a man a Doctor McCarthy. I feel weird about talking about all my shit to some stranger. I really don't want to go back to the nut-house. So I walk around the neighborhood, thinking of my next move. I feel the pain in my wrists that reminds me of everything. I want to know what happened, because every time I try remembering I get migraines and broken images of the hooded figure hovering over my body. I can hear myself scream in pain, and talk about being hurt by the yucky man, but I really don't know what it's about. I feel the heat when it comes to me; I feel the desperation and the void it leaves when it drifts away every morning. I need it to be close to me, I feel safe with it, but it's a mixture of safety and hopelessness. I need it, I want it but I know it will hurt me in the end.
I walk around and pass an old diner; I go in and order a cup of coffee. Sitting at the booth in the back of the place I look around at the other people in here too.
There's a couple of older people eating and talking quietly. A man at the counter having pie and coffee. Then a couple of unusually dressed people enter, a dark haired tall man with the most striking green eyes I've ever seen is holding a beautiful woman's hand, she has black wavy hair and beautiful brown eyes, she is much shorted then him, but her stand is regal and graceful. They sit in a booth on the same side, he has his hand on the back of the seat his fingers caress her bare shoulders, her dress is a bright red, she wears a black chal with red flowers in needle point, the design is beautiful and colorful. He is in dark jeans and boots, his gray shirt is partly covered by a tight vest, you can see his arms are partly covered and in his neck and wrist's there are several black strands with coins and beads in them. There is a beautifully crafted cuff that has what I can see to be a large coin-like object, there are some images engraved and some letters too, but I'm too far to see what they are.
They are a beautiful couple, they look interesting together, so in love and happy.
A few minutes later they are joined by an older woman, all three are having lunch.
They eat and talk quietly. They don't seam to speak English, but when they order I can hear the man ask the waitress for extra dressing on his companion's salad, and I hear his voice, it's deep raspy and thick with a Latin accent.