Magic Or Tragic?

Chapter Six- Flashback

Wait a minute! Did this b*tch just call me an it! If she didn't have the advantage of magic I would kick her snobby *ss! Here I thought we were friends. Guess I was deceived again...

I look at the floor teary eyed. Coraline just rolls her eyes and starts walking. I start to think about my mother and father. Tears now streaming down my red cheeks.
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My family isn't what you would call ideal. My father was bipolar and my mother was fine.... back then anyways. My father would always have to take medicine and shots for his condition and it took a toll on his every day life. He would consistently have to take his medication to keep himself in check. It always made me sad when I saw him take his shots. I thought it was hurting him so one day I hid them.
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I wake up early in the morning happy at what I thought I accomplished. As I walk downstairs I hear my mom and dad arguing. This was the first time I had ever heard them argue. So I lean in to hear what they were talking about.

"Where are my shots and medication?!" My father yells at my mother furiously.

"I-I don't know honey maybe we should try and look more." My mother tries to say reassuringly. But even in her attempt she fails to calm my father down.

"Martha we've searched the whole house! There's nowhere else to look! I know you took it so just give it to me!" My father never called my mother by her first name unless he was serious. I started to get scared myself... or maybe it was guilt?

"Honey I already told you that I didn't take it. But if I did then what would it do for me? I would lose the love of my life for what? Mom said sadly looking up at my father.

"You don't love me! You just want me to go back to the hospital so you can marry another man and take my only child away from me!" My dad was now fuming with rage.

I was the one who took you're medication and shots dad! I thought I was helping you so you wouldn't be hurting anymore.

That's what I would've said if I was brave. Instead I just listened to the conversation and kept feeling guilty. The next thing I knew I heard a loud crash in the kitchen. My father was now through plates at the wall. Tears were falling down both my dad and mom's faces. I was just praying that one wouldn't hit my mom.

"John if you don't stop I will have to call the police." Mom tried to say in a stern voice but she barely made it over a whisper.

"You will never and I mean never take Jessie from me!" My dad was now screaming. The my tears were now like rivers and I was the dam they overflowed. My sobs were loud and they could now both hear me cry.

"See what you f*ucking did!? You made your own daughter cry!" I cried harder at my father's accusations. My mom reached for the phone and dialed 911. Then she ran upstairs and grabbed me. We both went upstairs and my mom locked the door.

"Don't cry sweetie you're father is just doesn't have what he needs right now okay? It's not your fault." My mom says softly and she strokes my straight long hair. I just nod so my mom won't be mad at me. Besides you're only four years old. So you don't need to worry. I sit as my mom is on the phone with the police. When they arrive I run downstairs to find my father on the ground crying his eyes out. My mom puts a hand on my shoulder to signal me not to get too close.

"Ma'am please step aside." We both move out of the way as the police officer takes my father away. Tears start to flow down my tomato like cheeks. My father tries to reach for my hand and I reach out too but my arms are too short. We miss each other by and inch.

"Nooo!" I scream before my mom shuts the door. I slept in the same bed as my mom for a week because of that moment engraved in my mind. A year after that we'd gotten a call that he'd committed suicide. My mom was so depressed that she started eating to try to "appease" her sadness. She started to rapidly gain weight and then she got high blood pressure. A year after that on the same day that my father killed himself she had a stroke. (Which for me was an ironically sad day.) My mother and I went straight to the ER after I called 911. While they were taking care of my mom I had to sit outside. I couldn't help but to feel guilty inside. I knew I was the reason my mom was like this and it was far too late to go back now.
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Jessie's Mom's Point Of View

When I was stable and coherent enough to recognize where I was and what just happened I freaked. I wondered who brought me here and where Jessie was. The doctors told me what happened and where my little girl was so I chilled out. They also told me that I had a high chance of PBA. I was scared that this would affect Jessie and I being together. But the doctors assured me that it would be fine.

Taking the chances of me not being able to have the "right" emotions when needed is going to be rough for both me and Jessie. What's going to happen when Jessie gets older and she is talking about something serious and I burst into laughter? That would hurt anybody...

I shake my head away from my thoughts because I know I don't have it.

"Mrs. Everly are you listening? This is to help you with you're health so I advise you to be paying attention. I nod and listen to what the doctor has to say. An hour later I am let out to see Jessie. I bring her into a warm embrace filled with my love. But I see her crying and it worries me.

"Sweetie it's okay everything's going to be fine. I say to her knowing that it was the complete opposite. I didn't even tell her that I have a huge chance of getting PBA. I felt it was too much for her to handle. Especially at this young age.

Three Days Later

Martha's POV (Jessie's Mom's name.)

It's been three whole days and nothing has happened. I am starting to feel very confident that I don't have the disorder. I walk with a skip in my step as I begin to smell something burning. It was coming from the kitchen! I rush over to the kitchen to see Jessie trying to cook and something burnt on the stove.

"Jessie you know you're not suppose to use the stove!" I say grabbing her away from the hot stove.

"I'm sorry mommy I just wanted to do something nice for you since you just got out of the hospital. See? I made you pancakes. In that moment I burst into laughter. There I stood with my baby girl teary eyed and her little cheeks were now red.

"I am so sorry Jessie! After I turn the stove off we are going to the doctor okay?" I say sweetly.

"Why are we go-" Jessie started but I was already rushing her out the door. I head to the doctor so I can get checked out. Once we arrive I tell Jessie to stay in the lobby. Once I see the doctors they tell me that I do have PBA. I also didn't want Jessie to know about this because I want her to be a kid and have fun. If she knows she would just worry about me too much. They prescribed me medication to help it go away. But they also told me that there was no guarantee that it would work. I might be taking this medication my whole life! I just said okay knowing what I was getting into. I also told myself that I would tell Jessie when she is old enough to know. As me and Jessie were driving home she asked me a question that made me stiff.

"Mommy what happened at the doctors?" Jessie asked a little confused why she wasn't told.

"I just got some medicine. But don't worry it's not bad. It's going to help mommy feel better." I answer smiling in the rearview mirror. Jessie nods and smiles from ear to ear with joy.
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This was one of the long chapters. I hope you enjoyed and if you did as always please vote. Oh and how do you think the mother is reacting while Jessie is on her adventure? Maybe you'll get a chapter on that. *Nudge nudge wink wink* ;) ¤·¤