It's morning and the voices are silent. Strange, but I'm grateful nevertheless. It's about time they left me alone.
Without opening my eyes, I can tell the sun must be up. I'm picking up signals from the birds. Those faded, blurry strings of nonsense they always seem to have in their minds. No real coherent thoughts, just pictures, bits and pieces. Mice scatter around, thinking of food, thinking of predators, some confusion over a candy wrapper someone must have dropped. I open my eyes, look around for a moment, then proceed to get up- immediately whacking my head against something hard. What the hell- Right. I slept inside a hollow tree last night, trying to get away from the others lest I slip into one of their dreams and wreak inadvertent havoc. Or, I suppose, I could just help them out... but you never know, sometimes I'm not aware it's a dream either, so it's best I get away. Needless to say, hollow trees are not the least bit comfortable, but it was raining and I didn't have many other options. No matter, it's better than waking up to chaotic morning minds, half-forgotten dreams still scattered about behind their eyes.
Crawling out of the tree, I blink against the glare of the rising sun. It peeks through tree branches, illuminating the cabin in the distance as if it were some sort of haven. And I guess it is. A haven for the 'gifted'. Or, to use terms most normal humans would understand "a freakhouse".
As I slowly begin to stand, stretching out my back and legs, I glance back at the tree. Completely dead. It's just standing there, petrified, lifeless. Oops. I probably should have worn some gloves.... Ah well, at least I feel refreshed. I turn away and look around, making sure everything's alright. It seems- hold on... I'm picking up on something different. Expanding my mind, I try to reach the source of the abnormality but it's too faint. Coming from the cabin. Odd, it doesn't sound like anyone I know.... I'd better check it out.
The ground is still soaked through with last night's rain and my feet sink into the mud. I trudge on to the cabin, careful not to lose what's left of my tattered old shoes to the muck. When I reach the door, I fling it open and race past sleeping and just-waking bodies. The signal is getting stronger. It's definitely a human mind. Somewhere... somewhere at the back of the-
The girl. Yes, that's it! The one I found, she must be coming to. Thank god, I thought it might have been a grey-suit. I'd really rather not start the day out with a fight, which would likely result in someone getting killed. That's just bad karma.
I reach the back of the cabin and kneel beside the unconscious girl, shutting myself off from the others, blocking out their minds, focussing only on hers. Hello? Are you alright? I ask by thought, as I'm not sure if normal words would work. It's okay, you're safe.
I didn't sleep. There was far too much on my mind for that. Though I am beginning to regret my actions. It is morning now and I hardly noticed the rising of the sun, so trapped in my thoughts. It would seem I'll have to wait to rest, as usual. Equations, mysteries, what I am, what we are, why the people in grey uniforms are after us. It's quite a lot to think about and my mind doesn't seem to like to leave questions unanswered. So I spend time thinking when I should be sleeping, but I simply cannot help it. I have to answer these questions. I need to.
Vaguely aware that I've wandered off a bit too far from the cabin, I turn and begin to head back. It isn't enough I think so relentlessly, but I wander too, and if I can't do that, I often pace. I do this because the movement helps keep me on one thought, versus the millions that usually cloud my mind. Dusk should be grateful he can't break my barriers, he'd go mad at the first glance.
In the distance, I can hear birds singing. Four notes by three by two by four. They're off-key. One is singing Middle C while the others twiddle a shrill F-sharp. I never cared much for birdsong, but it doesn't bother me. I just don't see why others like it so much.
As the cabin comes into view, I can't help but notice the trail of muddy footprints leading to the door. Dusk must have slept outside again, and gone back in a hurry. I choose a narrow path around the mud and peer through the partially opened door. I can see him in the back, kneeling by that girl he found a week ago. I take it he picked up on her thoughts. She must be waking up. I don't see any need for my presence, though, she didn't have any severe injuries and what she did have would have healed by now. So I head back outside, thinking I might as well do something productive.
We're in rather dire need of water so I grab an empty bucket and make my way down to the ravine. It may be small but the water is clear with much less sediment than the river. The river is also farther away so no one can deny that the ravine is the more logical option. It isn't as though I were avoiding that particular section of the forest. It's all for practicality, you see.
I finish with collecting water and begin to head back when I notice that my right foot isn't moving quite as fast as the other. I glance down to find dead grass stained with a blood-coloured footprint. As I lift my foot to see what is wrong, a small, sharp rock falls to the ground. I really should remember to wear shoes more often. No matter, it's a small wound. Bleeding quite a bit, though. I'll have to fix that. Closing my eyes, I focus on erasing the cut, mending the vein the rock severed. After a moment, not a trace of the injury can be found. Satisfied, I pick up the bucket again and continue back to the cabin. I suppose I should see if Dusk needs assistance now, though I highly doubt he does.