Malcolm saw everything despite being blind. And Megan heard everything despite being deaf, the two were very strange people, but they were overly protective of each other.
"Meg said your mom found your note." Malcolm says drinking his tea. Oh I forgot to tell you Megs and Mac were half Japanese half Scottish and very in tune with their Japanese half.
"Imma dead man walking." I sigh paling.
"Your a dead man walking." Megan, Malcolm and Beatrix agrees at the same time.
"Thanks for the positivity guys." I say sarcastically. "You guys are real great friends.":
Megan snorts. "We haven't been friends since after you moved ditcher. "
"Ditcher s'not a word Meg." Malcolm comments drinking his tea again.
Megs puffs heart cheeks and Mac sets his cup down. "What did you come hear for?"
"A reading." Megan and I answer at the same time. "Please." I add.
Malcolm nodds. "For Beatrix I presume?"
I nod while the strange thing gives me a warning glare. Hah, you wanted my help. Beggers can't be choosers. Is this the wrong phrase in this situation?
"Watch what you think, I might just tell her." Megs winks at me in a flirtatious way, her aura was unmistakably pink, Beatrix looks at me in confusion.
Mac takes off his glasses showing his cloudy eyes.
"Beatrix put your hands over your my eyes and Maggi are you ready?" Beatrix bends over and hovers her fingertips in front of Mac's eyes and Megan shrugs getting a pencil and sketch pad. "I guess I am." She says.
Mac closes his eyes then as he opens them everything goes slow the ticking of the clock even the flutter of his eyes as they opens. And when it passed Megan started drawing furiously without blinking which the ,lights were doing just finely, Beatrix looks over at me nervously, I'll admit this was unusual. My reading was six years ago and it wasn't as intense as this one was.
Megs tore off a sheet and began again.
Malcolm closed his eyes again and shoved his glasses on gesturing that Beatrix could take her hands back, which she did and the light went back to normal. But Megan remained sketching.
"Clarence," Malcolm faces me. "she was there that night."
I look at Beatrix who watched Megan concerned.
I won't tell you about me other conersation with anxiety, but I can tell you I had another, and it (Anxiety) did not leave me alone.
***
I wake after four hours of sleep because Beatrix made chewy bartely cooked pancakes and was pouting because of it.
"Why are you so..." My voice trails off as I think of a word to describe her. Mac was kind enough to lend us this room and I sure as hell wasn't gonna have it burnt to the ground because someone was a sheltered daddy's girl.
"Oi!" I snap my attention back to the strange thing as she stirs the pancake mix like she's making scrambled eggs. "You stir it gently so that the pancakes don't become thick and chewy!"
Beatrix looks at the mix curiously. One would think she's making poison with all her hatred.
"Tomboy." I tease, Beztrtix who heard that glared poles in me.
"We're leaving anyways we can pick up some food that's edible on the way." I yawn walking to the bathroom. Beatrix screams and I whip my head around.
Beatrix was clutching the counter while pulling up the layers of shirts she got from Megan revealing incomplete writing.
No ... u...se... ru...nn...ing. It said.
Just then Megan came rushing in the room with Malcolm right behind her.
"Raurk." Megan says as I carry Bea to the sofa. "Thats who he is."
That's the name of the torturer who has the strange thing's aunt.
