More than Magic
10th of July 2006 A.D.
Telling the truth as you discover is harder than lying, it might be the hardest thing you've ever done. You don't want to hurt Rosie.... but the last time you acted in what you thought was her best interest without a care for what she wanted you had hurt her more. So softly, hesitantly as you had not spoken in quite a while you admit: "I did get in some trouble the night Splattercon got cancelled...But I had people come get me out." A memory of the pumpkinhead exploding in green balefire fills you with momentary satisfaction. "And well..."you motion wordlessly at your obviously healthy self. "You're not..."
Lost 1 Essence
"Wait, that was real, you all splayed out on a tree of ice?" Her eyes go so wide it looks almost painful, her voice dropping not in disbelief exactly, but like someone who desperately wants to disbelieve. "That's...
you should be in a hospital."
"I heal fast," you reply bracing against the next question.
"How?" the word is ragged, teetering on the edge of realization. It is one thing after all to believe that you can dream something that is really happening to someone else, crazy, but like Nelson's yoga friends crazy. Someone getting over the wounds you should have gotten from that tree, that was real crazy.
"That place wasn't in Chicago, with all the ice and the..." you trail off letting her pick up the thread if she wants.
"Those things from Splatercon Hammerhands, the Scarecrow. Those weren't... weren't... people were they?" One more step, one more realization admitted to herself.
"They are called fetches," you explain, staying away from the word 'fey' even Queen Mab's name in case she remembers a Midsummer Night's Dream, a new name for a new and terrifying reality would be easier to accept. "They are like psychic vampires, but not like ruin your day bad feng shui or whatever, they scare you as much as they can so they can feed on that. That is why they were movie monsters, because everyone is a bit afraid of the monsters in a movie and they made it real."
"How... how do you know all this stuff?" She sounds less lost now, like she has a suspicion at least.
Before she can teeter back into denial you say the word. "Magic, that is how I healed as well, they were magic and I'm magic as well and Harry, you remember Harry?"
A wan smile passes over her face. "Friend of your dad's, twice your age you doodled his name with hearts in your notebook."
"He's not
that old," you say, reflexively like old times' sake and just for that moment it feels like you are back to normal, not just before the fetches and the magic, but before she had miscarried the first time before the drugs and the arguments.
It is quiet for a moment between you then... "He's magic as well, he was one of the ones to help get me out."
"Like a fairy tale," she teases you, but her voice is fading again.
"I really hope not, I don't think I have it in me to wait around like an overdressed lamppost for him to decide he loves me," you reply with honest exasperation.
"You always knew what you wanted in life didn't you Molly?" she shakes her head sadly then looks at her stomach, hand hovering over it, not quite touching. "I haven't even been able to keep from fucking up my own life and now I'm supposed to take care of another one. Nelson's gone you know..."
And good riddance, you think anger over what he had done to Rosie more than enough to wash away the guilt for what you had done to him. "I know," is all you say aloud.
"Mom wants me to put the baby up for adoption, says it would ruin my life not to," she continues. "I don't wanna give her up, my life's already ruined anyway." she starts crying softly.
"Shh," you wish you could hug her, but you are a block of ice still, all you can do is talk. "It'll be alright."
"No... it won't... nothing will be alright again..." she gets out between sobs. "I don't have any money and mom won't support the baby."
"I'm sure she is just saying that because she thinks it;s best for you to give it up, I'm sure she'll come around when..."
"Do you think
Jared will come around?" Her stepfather's name is a spike of hate in a sea of anguish. Rosie and him had never gotten along with him since Mrs Wilson got remarried and she had always taken his side when they argued.
You open your mouth to try to calm her again, but then you realize you have more than empty words to offer. I could win the lottery, or make diamonds, or gold or... a thousand other things you have not thought of yet. You could make enough money to take care of that baby a thousand times over, but
should you?
Here and now listening to Rosie sob her eyes out you would do it in a heartbeat, but this would not be a pledge for here and now, it would be for as long as that baby needs support... and it would link it to you and to whatever enemies you make.
What do you do?
[] Offer Rosie as much money as she might need to take care of her baby, you'll figure it out somehow
[] Keep quiet, this is too big a promise to make
[] Write in
OOC: Well that went about as well as it could have.