Using the Day Well

Myles turned to the mirror with her.  His blue eyes connected with her's through the reflective surface.  He pursed his lips for a second, itching the back of his neck awkwardly.  He looked back up to the mirror scoffing lightly as he said "Well, you were one of the first people to talk to me here and I respect that.  Plus, problems are what friends are for, to learn the quirks in eachother and be willing to overcome them.  That's a relationship, Maddie.  And it's one I'd be willing to start if you would."  Cards were on the table, most embarrassing stuff was said.  His eyes scanned her face for reactions as he pursed his lips silently, awaiting her response.

A relationship. She supposed that was something she wasn't very used to. Still, she felt him boring into her face, like he was reading her or something, and he was throwing all this stuff at her. He wouldn't even pretend she wasn't transparent. As she thought up what to say, a sound came from the open closet. The dummy had begun to screech. She turned her head toward it for a while, watching it wriggle impatiently. It tried to exit the darkness, but only existed in the darkness, and every now and again a part would bust through and promptly fade into obscurity. She kept her eyes on it, as if she'd seen a ghost. Why was it so exasperated? Her hallucinations often only got riled when she walked nearby, and still waited like a crocodile in a swamp; deadly and silent. This one was making a ruckus. It was almost cute.

Myles raised an eyebrow.  She was obviously thinking of the correct words before she looked to listen to a sound unheard.  He followed her eyes and saw a row of training bags and an open closet with a training dummy that had a hole in the base.  Obviously someone missed a kick or a swing with a weapon and punctured it.  He felt bad about the janitors having to clean up the mess of sand.  He looked from her vacant face and focused eyes to the dummy, just sitting there, inanimate.  He sat there, his lips pursed, looking for any reaction from the two.  It was like some type of twisted staring contest.  Myles furrowed his brow for a second, before shaking his head and smiling, "You look like that dummy just said somethin' about your mother, everything alright?"   He forgot that her gift gave her hallucinations and was really not all that surprised as people seemed to act like this all over the school.

Madison ignored him. There was something entrancing her with the singularity of the hallucination. One armless, legless hallucination. Did it want to kill her? She could surely find out without dying. She began to walk toward the ajar closet, where the yellow light curved a semicircle beyond the doorway. One foot after another. She stared into its eyeless, soulless face, not sure it was even a hallucination until it gave the slightest occasional movement. It twitched at the prospect of her approach, and when she stepped up in front of the nonexistent barrier, it froze completely. She outstretched an arm in the armistice of noise, and slowly, shakily, she traced the face of the dummy. It didn't feel like wood. It felt smooth, like cast iron. The hallucination rumbled, but didn't move, and she continued to stroke its face.

Myles just sat on the bench, astounded at what was going on.  She ignored him completely and started to walk towards nothing in the closet.  Confusion swept over his face as the girl made it up to the closet.  She slowly, tentatively moved her hand up through the air,following some sort of pattern..  He tilted his head slightly at the spectacle, a confused smile crept along his face.  What was he supposed to do, anything short of screaming didn't get her attention, and he didn't think that'd be very polite.  He kept watching her, confused as to what was going on and why.  He decided to just keep a close eye on her as she seemed pretty entranced and he kinda wanted to see where in Hell this was going.

This was going well, her petting the thing, until it stopped trembling. Its head shifted slightly, so subtly that Madison wasn't sure it was happened, its movements etched in a dreamlike aura that seemed to float to the side. It seemed to look at Myles, and then, with a start, it jumped in his direction, slamming its face to the 'barrier.' Madison jumped back, and turned back to him, looking at him wide-eyed as if he had seen it, as if she had offended him for something non-existent.

Madison looked like an invisible bull just charged Myles and just nearly gored him.  He didn't know what was going on in her head but it seemed just weird.  He sat there, what was he going to say? Some crazy thing just scared her and apparently went towards him, the only thing he did was sit there.  It was probably best to stay calm, something going on like this had to be delicate.  He just sat there again, looking slightly confused as to the situation.  He didn't know what to say or do, he just sat there, before just letting out a "Are you alright, Madison?"

The mannequin continued to 'bark' at Myles, and Madison ignored this, tensing up and rubbing the back of her neck. The first full eye contact she gave him ended with a sideways glance, and she laughed humorlessly. "Yeah, it's, uh...loud...loud in here, I'll..." She made a bee-line to where she put her coat, pulling it over her shoulders, her eyes glued downward. She gave the slightest glance toward the mannequin, the dummy emitting an awful sound, its face pointed cardinally at Myles. "Go--I'll, I mean I wiiill go." She smiled smally, casting her eyes upward to his for a moment to shrug, or something. She turned and left quickly.