South Days

Stuck Here

Apparently, there's a terrible jam. Lots of accidents on the road so, my bad dream came true. Not the one last night, the one when I took the nap in the car...

I told them we could just deal with it because I was starting to get sick but Mom and Dad just kept making excuses. We HAD to stay with this Clarissa lady for the night. Why was she even so important anyway and why did they not ever talk about her?

I really just don't think I care about that stuff anymore. Going home is the only thing I care about right now.

Anyway, being forced to, I had to talk to the old lady. She was nice and normal. I kinda wish I've known her before like she was my grandma or something because she had a nice house, imagine how much money I'd get on holidays. Wait, I'm just being selfish now, well I mean I usually just care about myself most of the time. It's not that I want to it's just how its been for a long time. I care about Mom and Dad but it's only because they give me things and take care of me. I guess I don't care for others because I know the things they can do.

So later on, there was a bed I could lay on and try to sleep this bad dream turned into reality. Lucky, There was food that I could eat but it wasn't anything satisfying. When I woke up from a nap it was 8 pm. I couldn't get to sleep so I tried to get a drink.

As I was stumbling towards to kitchen I heard Mom, Dad, and that lady talking. They just had finished making dinner, they talked about what happened to her.

"So... If this is the right time to ask, what happened to you, Clarissa? Didn't they keep you there? Did they hurt you?" Dad with the questions.

"Now dear, one question at a time. Yes, they had me stay there many years after the subject 1020 incident. To clean up the mess. They never found out what happened to the poor baby."

"POOR BABY?! WHAT ARE TAKING ABOUT?! HAS STAYING THERE MADE YOU INSANE?!" Dad slammed his fist on the table. Never saw Dad this mad before.

"HAROLD, FOR GOD SAKES! You can't raise your voice at her like that!"

"Look, I'm sorry but that thing KILLED our friend Angela! I don't want that thing back into our lives. Nobody should ever say that name again."

"I'm very sorry Hal. I know what he did but... I saw something in him that no-one else could have seen. I loved him."

"I have nightmares about him still. Holding the head of Jerry in his mouth. Even killing my son and Angela in fount of me... I don't want that to ever happen. I don't want to talk about him in the slightest."

Mom starts tiring up...
Clarissa gives a long sigh.
"I'm so very sorry Hal, Angela dear."
"No, I'm sorry i-it's not your fault. Really, why did they let you go?"

"I was getting too old. Couldn't work like I used to. Couldn't think for myself. Work got harder and harder as the days flew by. Next thing I knew I retired and settled down here. This is my happy place, after all, happy memories, happy homes, happy people. I waited for you two to come back."

"Well, why didn't you stay at the retirement home with Desmond Mrs. Clarissa? Don't you want to stay with him?"

"I love Desmond more than anything. But... I miss the old him. I make sure he's healthy and well, but It makes my heart weak the way he turned out to be."

"Okay, I respect your decision... but he is your husband."

WOAH WHAT?!

"I... I know. But like I said, This is my happy place, and I'm not eligible enough to take care of him myself."

"Okay, sorry it's your choice. I just wish Desmond was capable of telling us you were here. How long have you been here?"

"Nearly over a decade. You were expecting a baby by the time you left am I correct?"

"Yep, Reynold... Our baby boy. He's shy or at least doesn't like to talk to other people. There was a problem with a girl he liked a few years back. He never wants to talk about so also we won't."

Ughhhh... Mom... Stop calling a baby, I mean I'm practically a young adult. Don't tell other people I'm shy or whatever and don't even think to talk about that other... thing... Great, my head hurts.

I didn't want to hear anymore.