Will The Circle Be Unbroken.

Will The Circle Be Unbroken (#1)

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"The mind of the subject will desperately struggle to create memories where non  exist..."

Barriers to Trans-Dimensional Travel,

-R. Lutece, 1889

May 1883, a baby's cry in the room next doors, empty and half-empty wine bottles everywhere in the office, Lottery tickets over the desk. Since Wounded Knee my life changed basically.

Then, at the time I was quite young and subbon. Ironically, they sent me back to New York because of a knee injury. My job was now, to assign the New Yorker (the once who played truant). If it was needed, with violence. I didn't have the perfect life, the victims of Wounded Knee, appeared in my dreams and ate my soul. My conscience was defiled. Some of my colleges had the same problem, but they let themselves christen. This idea was stupid, but it seemed to help. So I wanted to try it, keep in mind, I would become father soon.

The next day I left New York to visit the "Christen-Pond". There I saw a few people standing in a circle around a priest. "Excuse me," I stuttered and came closer to the man.

"Come closer, bother," said the priest. "Are you here, to wash yourself clean from sin?"

"Yes." He took my hand and pulled me into the circle. "Do you want to do penance before the Lord?"

"Yes."

"Will you regret your doings and wash away the sins?"

"Yes."

"Do you want to be reborn, in the lamb?"

"Yes."

"Then brother, with the christen you-"

"No, no, no!" I took my hand back. "Do you seriously think, bit water will change everything, will let me forget what I did? Will let me forget the people who are dead now, because of me? Will let me forget the blood in the river, the children who had to die? NO!" A christen was senseless, nothing for me. My colleges said it would help... it just made everything worse. So I went to my small appartment, where already bad news were waiting for me. "The agreement is over, Mr. DeWitt." "Why? Today my wife will come back with our newborn child!" "Not my problem. You are resigned, NOW!" "But you can't do that! I always paid!" "I rent, I decide." Angry I throw the keys to this bastard. He had luck that I wanted to see my wife and child as soon as possible, otherwise I probably had beaten him down. The fact that I was able to hold my child soon was reason enough to forget my anger. But as I arrived...

"Congratulations, Mr. DeWitt! Your wife has born a strong little girl!"

"Can I see her now? Are both okay?"

"The small one is great! But, your wife... she didn't make it."

Usually I wanted to ask some standard questions like "Why? How? Couldn't you do something?" Instead I said nothing and tears filled my eyes out. The anger came back. Then... I felt nothing. Emotionless and cold, I just stood there. "D-do you want to see your baby-girl?" So I took a deep breath in and had to watch my step. The only thing I wanted now was my child. "Take the girl and leave as fast as you can", I said to myself.

"Here she is, Mr. DeWitt." The doctor gave me the little baby. "She has my eyes, my nose and her mother's mouth, skin and beauty." She was mine. I took her with me, left the hospital. But where should I go? My office was the only place where I could go now. So... "Well, I don't have something better for you now." The girl openend her bright blue eyes and looked at me.

The next weeks where hard, very hard. Luckily a college gave me his old bed, where Anna was able to sleep. Yes, I named her Anna. I wasn't a very good father: Drinking all day, smoking, bets. The job didn't go well. No-one needed me. Late in the evening, I arrived in my office, drunk, dirty and smelt badly. Anna cried in the room next doors. Slightly I opened it, went up to the little bed and looked into it. She cried, was scared of something. "It's fine, Ann. Please, shut up. Daddy's mood is not good today, please." Anna started to cry even louder. "Now shut the fuck up!" She cried now louder than before. "Gash, please, Ann!" Slowly I picked her up, she stopped crying. "Better?" My daughter looked like a horse at me and took my finger. "Daddy's here... always here for you." I don't know what it was, but she made me feel better, way better. Not much time passed and she felt asleep.

On the next day a man came to my office. "You are DeWitt, Booker DeWitt, right?" "That's correct Sir. Can I do something for you?" "Of course you can! Pay your fucking liabilities, we need the money!"

"But, Sir. I have no mo-" "no money? You better find a way to pay. Let's say, one month?"

"Sir! How? I have a child and get no orders anymore." "Just find a way to pay! See you in one month, Mister DeWitt." "But Sir!" The man left. Down casted I sank back on my chair. How can I pay? I have a child, a bad-running job, no money... what to do?