Light of Mine (RusAme)

Chapter 50

I opened my eyes, looked at the mirror, and saw a husk of the person I once was. Instead of peppy, dedicated, or satisfied, I saw an individual who had been drained of all things that made him happy.

I flipped my hair up and held it with one of my hands, and grazed my eyes upon the few stars I had. They were easy to count now, whereas before I lost count a few times.

There were thirteen, one less than yesterday.

I sighed and let my hair fall back into place. I never liked seeing that one of them left me, but it was addicting to count how many stars I had left. I couldn't stop it, no matter how hard I tried, or how many times I called, or even how many times I barged into my own home to see them.

My head was filled to the brim with pessimistic thoughts and it was about to overflow.

I turned off the light in the bathroom, opened the door, and closed it behind me.

Russia's house was dark at this time. There was no sunlight, no lights, and no glow of a fire to illuminate the blackened hallways. I could barely make out my own hands in front of me, as I grasped onto the wall for support.

I scooted my way down the halls, like an inchworm that was seeking shelter. Each step I took was with care and thought, I didn't want to wake anyone else up, so I kept quiet.

Once my hands reached the end of the wall, it opened into a large room with no walls to comfort me. My feet stumbled over each other and landed on the hardwood floor. I cautiously stepped forward, but rammed into something cold.

"Ack!" I yelped, as I grabbed onto whatever I was falling on.

After I gathered myself, I reached my hand forward to feel what exactly I had tumbled over.

I instantly knew that it was either the couch or the chair in the living room, because of the leathered seats that only they possessed.

I moved around the arm of the piece of furniture and took a seat on it's cushion. I relaxed my back against the soft backing of the chair, and frowned.

I needed a distraction, a distraction from my own thoughts. Just something to make it hard to think, because thinking was making the thoughts in my head worse every second that they lingered there.

I looked around the pitch black space in hopes that my eyes could catch onto something that would help me in some way.

Over there? No, there was nothing over there. Maybe on the fireplace? I couldn't see anything on it.

On the table? I looked down in hopes of finding something. My eyes scampered around, as they tried to adjust to the lack of light.

Aha! My hand reached out and plucked what I saw up off of the table. I fumbled with the object for a few moments, before I finally found the power button.

The remote in my hands made the TV above the fireplace turn on. The blank, black screen was suddenly flooded with colors, and the room around me was encased with the sound of people talking.

I couldn't understand any of it, since the people on screen were all talking in Russian, but from the looks of it, I guessed that it was the news, or a replay of what they had discussed last night. The lady at the table was talking and had some images near her head.

The only thing that I could be sure of was that the images weren't from Russia itself, because I could actually read some of the signs in the picture.

Then, the picture was suddenly not a picture any more, it was a video. People rushed into the street, like a never ending wave of pushing and shoving. They consumed anything and everything in view, including shops.