The October Amaryllis

Chapter 19 - March 13th, 1931 - 3:22 P.M.

Do you ever get that feeling that everyone is watching you without actually checking? Well... that is precisely what I experienced as we were walking to Kerry Park. It most likely was due to me fearing that people would judge my clothing, which by 1930s standards looked ridiculous. Wearing an Infected Mushroom shirt during the Great Depression was not among one of my life's highlights. I'll admit I didn't plan out my travels very well. Oh, well, what could they do, look up the group? They certainly didn't have any iPhones back then.

Walking towards Kerry Park, I knew that I couldn't exactly expect the Space Needle to be there as it didn't get built until 1961. I didn't know what to expect at all; actually, I had never read about its history that far back. My entire plan rested on hoping that Delilah would fill me in on whatever was there. I was a tourist here as far as I was concerned.

"Ya know, the police are really corrupt in Seattle," Delilah randomly commented. I had almost forgotten that she was right there by my side. I was distracted by these strange palpitations in my heart as if I had drunk all the energy drinks in the world; I, however, ignored it and focused on her instead.

"It's a shame really, I mean, if you're only doing something for the money and all, it's like you don't even really care about what you're doing. So many people only do good things because they get paid for it," I said, shaking my head.

"I agree; money isn't everything in this world. Some things I reckon are far more valuable," she said sneakily, smiling. I knew what she was hinting at, and it nearly made my heart explode from fear. I couldn't pull off a Back to the Future. What was I even thinking when I thought of going here?

I need to get out of here and fast. Things will only get worse if I stay. I have put this curse upon myself; I am to blame for this calamity.

After she said that, my palpitations got even worse, and it felt as if I had a mini heart attack at that moment. I was about two seconds away from hyperventilating. It was at this point that I began to worry about my health.

"You're smarter than most people your age," I commented, trying to move away from the awkwardness I had felt.

"Oh? I have never had anyone tell me that," she said, giggling. She was the brightest shade of crimson you'd have ever seen; she looked just like a strawberry at that moment.

I screwed up...

"What do people usually think of you?" I asked curiously.

"Well... I've been called an "uptight brat" by Margaret Winston, and James Green called me uncultured, whatever that meant... It's always uncultured people who call others uncultured," she said, shaking her head with a frown.

"Yeah, well... sometimes people are wrong," I said supportively, smiling.

"How do you know they're wrong, though?" she asked, shaking her head again.

"Sometimes, you know that something is true, but you don't have any proof to back it up. I guess it's a bit like how people believe in God? That's the only way that I can explain it properly anyway," I said before running headfirst into a light post with a bonk. I was becoming dizzy at that moment, and my measurement of distance had become wonky; I felt like I had just gotten off the world's fastest merry-go-round. Everything felt like it was miles away despite being right next to me, it was almost as if someone zoomed out in a game.

Will I die tonight?

That set her off right there; she laughed for what felt like hours until finally, she started choking from oxygen deprivation. My forehead kept throbbing and felt like it was on fire the whole time. You have no idea how crappy I felt at that moment; that pain that I was experiencing kept growing worse by the minute, and I had experienced what felt like mini-seizures; my hands kept jerking suddenly like I had Parkinson's Syndrome. The best way to describe it would be like being electrocuted.