The Patron Saint of Monsters

Chapter Eleven Part Three

          Trent was in a position that he had never expected to be in, all he had wanted was for Rebecca to kill herself so that he would not have to. He had never wanted Rebecca to murder her step mother or kill herself in front of Oleander. He had only wanted her to die for hurting Oleander, he thought her death had been what Oleander wanted but he could tell by the expression upon her lovely face and her odd behavior that it wasn't what he had wanted. He knew he could bring her back, her organs were after all still inside of her body, unlike the late Izzy's were.

            "We have to draw a blood pentagram over her heart okay?" Oleander informed the group as they sat in a circle around her body, "and stab her with a knife in her heart.  First we have to anoint the knife with all of our blood."

            Trent watched as they all slit their palms, and he was taken back the moment he first witnessed this occurrence. Oleander dipped the bloody blade in Rebecca's blood, when she ripped the girl's shirt and bra to reveal her chest and breasts Trent was filled with an urge to stop her. They hadn't checked for a pulse, Rebecca could be still be alive. Oleander raised the knife and Trent sucked in air, "Our blood has to penetrate her heart. We have to chant okay, we need to ask to bring her back so um, just hold hands and ask the goddess of Earth to bring our blood sister back. Because Rebecca was Earth right?"

            "Okay." The group said at once.

            Oleander hesitated in the air as the room was filled with a cacophony of "Earth Goddess, bring back our blood sister, we beg you to will it be."

            By the sixth incantation she slammed the knife into Rebecca's heart. Rebecca's back arched and she let out a blood curdling scream before hunching her shoulders and limply falling back to the floor.

            "Did it work?" Ian asked.

            "I don't. I don't know." Replied a shaking Oleander.

            "Oh god. Was she even dead?" Trina asked.

            "Did I kill her?" Oleander asked with tears building in her eyes.

            "I'm going to fix it." Trent told Oleander with a hand on her shoulder.

            Trent straddled Rebecca's body behind Oleander and removed the knife that was plunged within her chest. He closed his eyes and kissed Oleander's cheek lightly. He did not open his eyelids until he heard Rebecca gasp and cough.

            "Oh my goddamn Christ! I saw the angels!" Rebecca exclaimed. "They were weeping and shaking their heads! They kept apologizing and saying that it was their fault and that I shouldn't have died so young! I was crying and like lucid. Everything was crystal clear! Ole I know what we have to do."

            Trent stood up from behind Oleander and when Rebecca saw him towering over her she screamed in terror while trying to escape and scoot away. Oleander hopped off of her and then Rebecca fainted.

            "Check her pulse" Valerie ordered. Trina immediately did so, she sighed heavily with relief. "She's alive this time." She told them.

            "What the fuck just happened? What the fuck are you?" Ian demanded looking towards Trent.

            "I brought her back and saved your ass." Trent snapped.

            "No you watched Ole kill one of her best friends! And then you brought her back to life to save Ole's ass. How is that even possible? You can't just. People don't. You can't kill someone and then unkill them. That isn't the way the world works!" Ian argued.

            "What are you a seventeen year old white boy from suburbia? What do you know about the world?" Trent replied spitefully.

            Oleander giggled lightly, and then again louder until she was cackling like a hyena. "Trent! What were you before you died?" she asked him feeling deliciously delirious.

            "Died?" Ian yelled backing up towards the door.

            "I died before Oleander was born." Trent said matter-of-factly.

            "I thought he was my imaginary friend growing up but he's actually my guardian angel." She said quietly with a smile.

            "What? Why wouldn't you tell me something like that Oleander? How many secrets are you keeping? Was what Rebecca said true?" Ian asked turning to Oleander with a breaking voice. "Did you fuck him? Did you let that thing, that monster inside of you?"

            "No I didn't fuck him Ian. And he isn't a goddamn monster. You're a monster, I'm a monster but Trent is anything but." Oleander shouted at him with blatant disgust.

Ian shook his head and scoffed loudly, "Yeah Oleander, you are a monster but I, I'm not. I'm just the loser guy who loves the gorgeous clever girl that he grew up with. I'm the guy whose girlfriend cheated on him with an imaginary friend? An angel? Whatever he is, your own personal patron saint? What makes you so special to get one of those? Honestly are you that deluded into self-involvement that you can seriously for one second believe that he is anything except evil? Did you see what he did back there? He watched you up carve up what you thought was Rebecca's corpse and then it watched you stab her then when you started to cry he brought her back to life. Good things don't possess power like that. So what could he possibly be?"

            "Well I don't Ian, but I guess if I'm a monster and he's my patron saint then he's the patron saint of monsters." Oleander yelled incredulously. "He didn't watch us carve into her for fun you sick twist! He didn't know he could do it and when he saw how devastated we were that it didn't work he tried. He tried because he loves me because that's what Trent is. He is the goddamn personification of goodness and pure love. He loves me in a way that you never ever could and to be completely honest with you I don't even know why I expected it from you. All my life the only person who ever loved me was Trent and for so long I banished him to a life lived beneath my bed and hidden in my wardrobe. What was I thinking? Why would I want you over him? I don't. I don't want you and I don't love you. I've been lying to you and myself and I, I," Oleander speech sped up and then she suddenly stuttered and then stopped.

            "I love Trent." She whispered to the air in front of her while not looking at Ian. She did not want Ian to mistakenly think she was telling him this out of spite. She truly loved Trent and did not want their love to be tainted by the idea of her confessing her adoration out of anything except love.