Sad Magic

Chapter 6

That afternoon I was discharged from the hospital. It was recommended by my doctor to see a psychologist for my nightmares, since he suspected it was trama induced. Just I couldn't get that dream out of my head. Is that what really happened to Father Goldworth?

I visited Leia before I left. She lamented how she was gonna miss being able to hangout but I reassured her I'd visit her until she was released from the hospital. That seemed to cheer her up.

I left the building with my bag of clothes and phone in hand. I thought of my mom. I hadn't talked to my her at all since my first day at the hospital. I admit I was a little harsh on her and I felt bad. I understood that my mom had good intentions and forgave her but, her actions were in fact stupid and she should have let me die.

"Hey need a ride home," I heard Conrad ask me coming out of the hospital.

"I don't want to impose. Plus I was just gonna order a Lyft, it'sonly like ten bucks," I declined.

"Are you sure, I promise it's no trouble," he smiled.

"Eh, what the hell," I shrugged.

I walked with him to his car. It was a small old black 2010 Toyota Camry. He unlocked the door and put my stuff in the back seat, before getting in.

"Just let me know where to go."

I nodded. I looked out the window, giving him directions every now and then. I thought about what I would say to my mom. I knew seeing her wasn't going to be easy.

"You seem spaced out there. I know you and your mom didn't end on good terms, but come one you're her kid. She'll welcome you no matter what," Conrad reassured me.

"Well you say that but you're not the one who's convinced that their only daughter hates her. And that the devil is going to take her away," I pointed out.

"Fair enough, and even though I don't believe that, she's still your mom. Just let her know you love her and nothing is going to harm you," he laughed.

"Can I ask you something," I asked turning to face him.

He glanced of at me than back to the road,"yeah?"

"Why do you volunteer down at the morgue. Leia said you take pictures down there."

"You know I'm not sure myself. I started off just wanting to get more experience in photography, but I also was just drawn to the energy. Life and death it's all the same to me."

"You're a photography major?"

"Yeah, I thought I told you before my bed."

We pulled up into my driveway. My mom's car was sitting there as well. There was still traces of blood on the concrete from where I was shot. It looked like she tried to was it out but couldn't get it all out.

As I got out of the car, I felt waves of anxiety. The memory of being shot at running for my life, Father Goldworth. The dream. I don't know if I could stay here.

I turned to Conrad," I can't stay here. I can't go back in there."

He tried to clam be down. It was obvious I was distressed.

"Hey, it's okay. Just talk to your mom and if you still feel like you can't stay here than I mean if you want I have a spare bedroom in my house. You can stay there it's very close to here."

"What, no I couldn't possibly stay at your house. That's just a lot to ask of you."

"It's okay I don't mind. It's just there collecting dust anyway."