The Right Way to Hell

Chapter 8 A Burden or a Blessing

New Chapter 8 

I sit in the chair and stare at my councilor, Ms. Welsh. She calmly looks back at me. I sigh and blink, shifting in my chair, I look down. "Why were they fired?" I ask in curiosity. I try hard not to care. I shouldn't be surprised. I try to sit neutrally as my hope crumbles.

"You know why," She states matter-of-factly. " At the expense of an under age patient, they used you to catch the nurse. That's out of line specifically when their job was to protect you." She said with a frown on her face. I sigh again and massage my temple. "If it wasn't for your consent they would have went to jail right along with that witch." She continued, uncharacteristically letting venom seep into her speech. I look look up at her then, finally seeing how pissed she was. "How could you do that, Angel. I an tell this experience took a toll on you. You put yourself in danger physically as well as mentally."

"I had to." I say to her in a steely voice, not liking that she is disappointed in me. No one would ever replace my mother, but Ms. Welsh is like an aunt. Disappointing her was enough to have me flinch in sadness. "The guards have been whispering about my release. I am the only one keeping The sick bitch and others from harming Sin. They offered me a way to protect him from her and I took it. In return they would pay special care of Sin while I was gone. Now that they're fired I'm back to square one." I frown as I finish my thought process. What am I going to do now? Sin cannot survive on his own. Maybe I should do something bat shit to get a longer sentence, but what about mom and her killer? My skin gets hot with anger. I can't let the bastard get away. Sin or Mom?  I tisk in frustration. 

"Angel!" I look up at Ms. Welsh. I'm surprised to see her warm brown eyes closer to my face. Up close she looks a little more her age, forty. In general she looks like she's the early thirties. "Finally, you're back." I nod. "I know you won't listen to me, like usual, but Sin is stronger then you think. Just trust in him." I ball my fists in frustration.

"He shouldn't have to fend for himself! He's too busy fighting his demons inside him. I should have his back while he faces his own problems." I grit out to get her to see the situation. 

"But why do you have to?" She question. "In this world looking out for yourself is the most logical, especially when you have no one else in this world."

"You're wrong there. I have Sin and he is family. " I growl, pissed that she suggests that I just drop Sin. I glare at her and she calmly observes me.

She sighs and smiles at me. "Angel, you're a really good person. It's one of your attractive traits but the most dangerous to have. Just remember that you can't do anything if you're dead."

"Just two years ago I would have to ask you what your point was." I reply in humor. I slouch in my chair. "I can't believe it's already been two years." I sigh with a sad smile. Ms. Welsh just stays quiet. "So when am I getting released?" I ask, wanting to get it over with.

"A month from now." Panic consumes me in a second. I only have a month to find new protection for Sin. Only a month to say goodbye. I rub my temple again. "We working on finding you a place to live and all that technical stuff." She waves her hand. I watch her get up. "Hey want to take a little field trip?" She asks, walking to the closet behind her desk. I nod. I grab my crutches from the side of my chair, glad to get away from the boring cream walls.

"Can Sin come with us?" I question with hope. I watch as Ms. Welsh grabs her trench coat she always wears, no matter what weather or occasion. One day I'll ask her to give me one. I smirk at the thought. 

"You remember the last time he was out in the world?" She asks, like she can't believe I would ask. I huff, but I can't argue. Last time the hallucinations got so bad he ran out into the street and almost got hit. That day my heart almost stopped completely. Even though he almost got hit, he still was gone in his hallucinations, screaming in the street with fear and pain, begging 'them' to stop hitting. Now that I think about it he did have buses on him afterwards, but it was most likely from his fall. What am I thinking? Why am I questioning the ruling of the insadent?  Because of my back?  Maybe there's a logical explanation. "Angel? You're doing it again." I tune in to Ms. Welsh's worried voice.