Wendy

Chapter 13: Memories of Micky Mouse and Dora

As Margret walked down the curb to her home, she wondered what excuse she could make up to convince the Chief of Staff to just let her work. She hugged herself as she passed by a bunch of playing children. A great wave of sadness enveloped her as she heard their carefree laughter.

Wendy always laughed a lot, especially when she watched rerun episodes of that blasted Dora the Explorer TV show.
Margret smiled fondly as memories flooded her mind. Wendy jumping about like a crazy monkey released from its cage, refusing to bathe or brush her teeth before bed. Wendy singing along whenever she watched Mickey Mouse Club House.

What was the show's song again? Margret wondered as she scrunched her brows. When she remembered it, she smiled softly.

"It's the mickey mouse club house. Come inside it's fun inside..." She sang under her breath.

Margret chuckled lightly as she remembered her daughter begging to be taken to Mickey Mouse's club house. She marvelled at the impossiblities Wendy often asked for. The memories brought sweet sorrow upon her grieving soul. She blinked repeatedly, forcing the tears back, gritting her teeth and trying desperately to numb the pain.

"You can make it through, Margret. You are strong. I don't need counselling." She chided herself in a trembling voice.

Why God...or the Universe? Why my Wendy? She was so sweet and innocent! Her subconscious cried out in pain and accusation.

Her only light existed for four short years and now everything felt bleak, tasteless and quite meaningless. Margret sighed in relief when her house came into view. She had taken a cab from the Centre and stopped a few blocks from her street. Walking helped a bit. The thought of driving again scared the crap out of her...almost everything scared the crap out of her. Even counseling.

She had taken the coward's way out. Freezing at the entrance of the Counselling Centre and fleeing like a scared rabbit.

Mounting the little steps to her front door, Margret looked around warily. Why did she feel like she was being watched? She kept looking around as she buried her hand in her bag, searching for her key bunch.

When she opened the door, Margret literally felt an intense depressive feeling overtake her spirit. She gripped the door's handle and stared at her living room intently. Everything looked in place but she felt a strong urge to go somewhere else.

You can't run from your home, Margret! Her subconscious mocked...or was it her subconscious? Maybe she should go back to the Counselling Centre. The place did look pretty decent and strangely inviting. Why did she run?

"Go to this place on the card. I have a good feeling about it." The soothing voice of the Abel floated back into her memory.

Margret rummaged through the contents of her back and retrieved the card. It was white with a funny looking purple house at the left side of it. "The House Grief Management Centre" was written in beautiful fonts across the card, the address and a little map was sketched at the back.

"Come on Margret! Be decisive." She chided herself under her breath. After standing at her door for a while, measuring her options and assessing her emotions, she made her decision.
But as she turned to leave, she instantly felt an explosive pain at the left side of her head.

"Aw! Where did that come from?" Margret groaned in pain as she placed a palm on her head. She had some aspirin at her bathroom cabinet. Maybe she should get it and stop hovering at her own doorway like an unwelcome visitor.

Yes, Margret. Go get some aspirin. Forget counselling, you need rest. That headache wouldn't cure itself. A voice beguiled in her head. When did she start sounding so leering and unnecessarily persuasive? Margret shook her head lightly. What was wrong with her mind?

Without letting herself think too much, she ignored the pain, shut her door and locked it. Rushing down the steps, she hailed an estate taxi that seemed to have excellent timing.

This was the right thing to do, she felt it in her heart. Margret opened the taxi door and rushed inside. It was almost 2pm, she hoped they didn't close early at the Centre.

"The House Counselling Centre. The one at Rudolph Boulevard, beside First Bank." Margret said to the taxi driver and took off her sunglasses before looking out the window. As she relaxed into her seat, she wondered when the pain in her head stopped.
"That's weird," she muttered under her breath.

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"Arghhhhhh!" Depression shrieked as he watched the woman shut her door and rush down her steps.

"What happened?! What went wrong?!" He yelled as he threw his thin arms in the air in anger and frustration. He no longer looked like an infant. Depression's appearance looked more like a twisted version of a two year old child. He spotted a set of horns at both sides of his fore head, his arms and legs appeared too long for his body. Even his wings had become wider and more tattered looking.

"She was right in front of us! You should have given her a broken leg too. Your pitiful migraine did nothing to stop her!" Depression shouted at a tiny bat-like imp that possessed three eyes, long pointy ears and white hairy skin.

"I don't have the ability to give her a broken leg-"

"Shut up! Do you even have the ability to do anything right?!" Depression snapped before turning to the others. He pointed out ten imps and gestured for them to step forward.

"We will follow her. I can smell the hands of angels on this one. They must have influenced her at a point when we weren't watching." With those words, Depression shot out of the house with his minions at his tail.

Flying higher up the sky, he spotted the taxi the woman boarded in a distance and instantly flew in that direction. In no time they caught up with it; looking through the roof of the car, he saw her staring at a small card.

That had to be it. The trigger. The card was their trigger! Depression thought in fury. The angels must have dropped the trigger and it worked on the silly woman. As he looked closely at the card now, he saw the faint spiritual light around it. It was obviously an angel's design.

When had they planted it? Depression raked his mind for an answer. He didn't have to think too hard to find it. The hospital or the two human-weeks he was away at Bermuda's leer. That had to be it.

When he looked over his shoulder, he spotted two flashes of light darting around buildings and trees. The angels were following them and they weren't even trying to disguise their presence.

"Meddlers," He muttered with spite under his breath.
The taxi came to a halt in front of a fancy looking two story building. It had glass planes and dark purple overlays with well-kept flower beds and perfectly mowed lawn. He watched the woman step out of the taxi tentatively and walk towards the building.

"Brothers, follow me." Depression commanded as he flew towards the building. They hovered above the woman like oversized bees, watching her every move like a hawk would. The woman stood at the door for a while, she seemed terribly unsure of herself. What was this place?

Depression looked up and read the name. "The House eh..." he rubbed his chin, attempting to unravel the purpose of the place. From the corner of his eyes, he spotted the angels land on the roof of the bank next to the building. As he looked in their direction, he saw they had broad smiles on their faces and they were looking in the woman's direction.

Depression sneered at them then looked back to the woman. "Wha-"

His mouth hung open at the sight before him. The woman was having a conversation with another woman. What made Depression want to scream in fury wasn't the fact that she was talking to another human being, no. What bothered and scared him was the fact that the other woman was part of the saved ones! He could tell because her soul shone like bright white light.

Why was his assignment having a conversation with a saint?!
Black fumes literally poured from his flared nostrils as he watched them walk into the building.

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