Chapter 24: Safe place

In the car with my father on our way home I spent all the ride looking outside the window avoiding to look at my father, he asked me to count the story of what happened that day, I knew he would see it if l lied straight to his face. Parents are special in someways unexplainable, my father always knew when I’m telling a lie, many times I asked him how he would know he just responded that it was a secret all parents had. So I’ve learned to not even try to do so but in that case I couldn’t possibly tell him the true, like the things really happened, I wasn’t totally sure myself for that episode to have happened to me if it wasn’t for the light pain I felt on my ankle and two days lost.

I retold the story as vaguely as I could but still caring to not reveal to much and blow up the sand castle that was the history Jason has told him. He was extremely worried and I felt bad for making him pass through this. Dad was a man of science so I didn’t saw him believing if I said that I was retained, bounded to a chair then released and chased through woods and all that by a witch. I thought he would probably get me admitted into a psychiatric hospital thinking I’ve loose my mind.

At home Celia was waiting for us at the door, she was the second mother I would never had.

“Cariño, how are you now? I was so worried about you”. Celia said.

“I’m fine Celia, it wasn’t such a big deal you don’t have to be so worried about it”. I responded reassuringly.

“Never do something like this again promise me”. Celia said even if she had the crazy look I felt happy she cared so much about, I didn’t had o much memories about my mother being worried so much because of me, truth be told I was happy for the way she was reacting.

“I promise Celia I would never again jump into a river to save an innocent puppy from drowning, cross upon my heart”. I said making a cross sign upon my heart dramatically.

“Que exagerada”. She said wiping a lone tears from her cheek. “I’m happy you’re back sound and safe”.

“Me too”.

From that moment onward I resolve to never make her feel so worried about me again, but that would be difficult for what I intended to do about that witch.

“I will go to my room now, see you later”. I said.

“Yes sure, you must be tired for now have some rest. Call me if you need anything”.

“I know Celia thank anyway but I’m fine”. I said then I went toward the stairs.

My bedroom was the same, and I felt safe. Safe from danger of any kind, there I felt protected. The white walls and almost everything was white, Celia had tried a lot of time to convince me to put some color in there, maybe by changing the paint of the wall, the bookshelves, the maquette or something else but never succeed. I like white, I always had and even there were others colors white was the first for me.

Back then when I started having those strange dreams I was afraid of the dark and dark places, for weeks I couldn’t sleep at night even with the night light because in the shadows created at the corners of the room I still could see them, and as a child my imagination was playing trick on me.

The first psychiatrist I saw I was seven I told him that I was seen people died and sometime later that come true, but he didn’t believe me and treat it just like nightmares I was having because of the recent death of my mother, he recommended my father just to be patient and continue to explain that what I believe to be true was just bad dreams and nothing else. I believed it too initially but at time we on and things were still the same I tried to find another explanation for what was happening to me.

And as result of that was my obsession with white, in many cultures all around the world that color symbolizes purity, again evil. At first I started with white clothes, the paint onto the walls of my bedroom then gradually to everything I owned. Even if that didn’t stop the weird vision I still had from time time, but I feel a little bit safe if I wear only white and never exited my bedroom my safe place because everything was white so evil couldn’t enter in there.

After I melt down on ninth grade what obligated us to move town I didn’t had another weird dream again so I came to believe that I was right about white repelled the evil and made it possible for me not to have to strange dream again but that failed this Monday, even if I didn’t saw him dying still it was as near as it could be to a certain death, I was still wondering to myself who was that little girl.

And now a witch but I can’t forget the spirit I saw the first day at school even if I didn’t see him again I sensed that it wouldn’t be long before I saw him again. But the witch was more urgent she went after me that night I didn’t knew for sure if she would do the same in a near future. I didn’t knew why she was doing all she was doing but on thing was certain it wasn’t for good at least for no one else than her.

I had to figure out a way to get ride of her, Jason didn’t wanted me to get involve into the matter but I wasn’t going to please him by keeping the promise I just made.

First I had to figure out who she is, then what she want and my tears why she wanted them for, it must be for some wicked curse.

‘But where I would figure out all this’. I had her journal but I left it with Jason’s house. ‘I need to get it back’.

I couldn’t call Jason, first I didn’t had his cellphone second I lost my cellphone and I couldn’t see him because I didn’t think Dad would allow me to go out again today, he is even worst than Celia at least she expressed her true feelings but my father was another story, like most men he didn’t knew how to express what he felt, but do everything silently.

All that remained was internet.