Indigo Children

The sound of a train can be the saddest sound in the world.

Other times, it sounds like freedom.

I met this young, like high school girl today.

She was like, spying on me,

hiding behind some bushes with binoculars.

OK.

Yeah and when it's obvious that I see her,

because, you know, I'm staring at her,

she just waves and keeps on watching me for a minute.

And then she walks up to me

and says hi and that she just moved here,

and that her name is Christina.

That's weird.

I mean I hardly got to say anything back to her.

She just ran off and said she would be back tomorrow.

And you believe her?

I don't know. I mean...

I kind of felt like I knew her.

Why don't you ever look at me?

Maybe I'm looking when you're not looking.

I like it when you look at me.

The further away he is, the further away her mind goes.

My father taught me how to walk.

She taught me how to pray.

She says the world will be against me,

that my best friends will be sinners,

but that I can never give up.

And she never gave up.

Until now.

What's wrong with your mom?

My dad died.

I'm sorry.

Do you miss him?

No.

When did he die?

Today.

Five hours ago.

Do you feel anything yet?

I ask that you watch over my mother's soul.

I ask that you watch over my dad.

Guide his soul to a good place.

I ask that you watch over the world better.

What exactly is an Indigo?

We're orphan souls.

And we belong to no one.

We're very smart and intelligent.

We're very powerful.

We tend to end up close to each other just by chance.

You know.

I think you're special.

I think you'll do great things.

Thanks.

You too.

I talk a lot.

When I'm first starting to bond with someone.

I calm down, but...

it's just good to know.

Is that what we're doing? We're bonding?

Something like that.

My mom,

she loved my father so much.

It's not always good.

When it got real bad,

she'd scream in the middle of the night.

She'd fall out of bed dreaming about him.

Wake up on the floor and cry out his name.

I don't want a love like that.

In this weird dream I have,

she drags her own body into the same dirt

from which he rose.

Pretends to look into his eyes and she smiles,

thinking that just maybe

things will work this time around.

That he'll be waiting.

She closes her eyes and she prays.

Then I wake up.

I don't know if this one works, though.

It's kind of rusty.

I like the rusty one.

What's under the picnic blanket there?

Another one.

I think it's broken, though.

I think this one's his favorite.

Have you driven one?

Yeah.

Like you drove it, you didn't just ride on it?

Well yeah, but my uncle was on the back.

Wow.

Cool.

Did you crash?

Obviously not.

I mean, a little.

I mean I didn't, but...

I was scared...

that I might.

This one's cool.

You can't touch it.

Says who?

Me.

- Not even like one... - No, don't.

What's that?

- What? - Nothing.

I saw you.

My uncle hasn't been home much lately.

I have the whole place to myself.

I hate it.

You wanna go in there?

Be alone?

Not really.

Not now.

I moved here because...

my house burned down in Pennsylvania.

The strange thing is,

I still think about like,

how it was cool.

Watching it burn.

I watched until it like almost completely went out.

Fire and smoke have this way of ending things.

Like clearing us up so we can keep going.

My brother was away,

and when he comes back he like,

owes some dealers.

And they put these rocks in little towels

and dipped them in gasoline,

and they lit them...

and threw one through each window.

And by the time the fire had started,

they were out of sight.

The police threw me and my mom in jail

because they thought we'd started it.

Then they realized we had no insurance so...

there was no motive.

I like how your hands are soft.

Like a girl's.

Ever been in a fight?

Come on. Are you sure?

Yeah, I'll catch you.

I can tell you're an Indigo.

By your eyes.

They're clear.

And like...

I bet you have a good memory, too.

Ever notice that moss?

Like, how's it get there?

I kind of wish my whole roof was covered by it.

I'm jealous.

That stuff.

It falls from the trees after a storm,

and my uncle gathers it all together...

and then when there's like,

enough fog,

or like moisture in the air,

he lights it on fire.

I don't know what he's waiting for, really.

It'll be great.

Hey.

Can you move over here with me?

Live downstairs with me, I mean this shit is all ours, you know?

We can have a wedding style in the house.

You never even told me you loved me.

Well, I think I do.

Yeah, I'm talking about starting a family with you.

Oh, no love, no ring,

no thanks.

OK.

OK.

What about we get you a ring, huh?

How about we get you a ring, then we'll get you a wedding.

How about if you just shut up and fuck me and then maybe I'll think about it?

Tell Armand you love him.

You can't record that.

It's too permanent.

Have I ever told you how my parents met?

No, that sounds like a good one.

Shoot.

They were both aboard an airplane,

and they're sitting next to each other.

My mother was in the window seat.

And they were on their way to Madrid,

because they were both going there for the first time,

just out of chance.

And the airplane starts to have turbulence

and it starts to shake...

and everybody on board starts screaming

and people start grabbing onto each other.

And then my parents ended up grabbing onto...

I think my dad grabbed her thigh or something weird like that.

And...

something awkward enough that...

the ambulance, the plane just stopped.

Like it wouldn't normally.

And my dad was just grabbing onto my mother's inner thigh

and it was just...

really awkward.

Because they all thought they were gonna die.

It was just weird.

That's true?

Why would've I just said that?

I don't know.

Did one of them tell you that?