How we became Cursed

Chapter 16- Delusion

This is a story of delusion, of love and betrayal, of loyalty until death, or things that are even worse. This is the tale of a family torn apart, bringing a young boy into a world of lies and denial. This is the tale of how a true curse was born, one that is seen much to often. This is a delusion.

I looked through the glass at my little brother. He was strapped down to his bed, unable to escape. He was perspiring, and shaking violently. My poor baby. He was also wet from the previous event that had almost killed him. Dr. Michelle then came to my side. "He's doing better Ginger. Why don't you go get some sleep?" She was kind, but how could I leave my brother. "I think not." And with a sympathetic nod, she left.

Oh God, how could anyone express the pain I was feeling right now. The attack, Kye's near death experience, the lost leg, broken wing, panic attacks, hallucinations, psychosis, and the suicide attempt. My poor Fidget.

I will now relate the following two and a half months of grief and agony that my family has been in.

It was late at night, on January 9, 1894. I had taken Fidget and Kye with me to see an old friend, Gypsie. She lived in an old gypsy's cart, and while we were talking, she gave the kids old books about vampires, werewolf's, and other monsters to read. In my opinion, the night had gone quite well until the incident.

On our way home, Fidget and Kye were running around, being reckless as usual. We were only a street away from our home when a huge dog came out. It was a very old bloodhound, and I knew whom it belonged to. Basil of Baker street. Before I could grab them, it ran for the kids. I flew to the air, but it swatted me back to the ground so hard that I couldn't get back up. I was helpless to watch as it attacked them.

It came towards them, and Fidget pushed Kye behind him to protect her. It then grabbed him by his foot, and I heard screaming and cracking as the dog threw him onto a wall, more cracking upon impact, then silence. Kye screamed in horror as it came towards her…

I lost consciousness, but when I woke up, I was in a white room. A hospital. A nurse came in, and I demanded to know what happened to my children. She then called a doctor in to talk to me, and that's when I met Dr. Michelle.

She came in with a sad look on her face, and I knew something was wrong. "Where are they?" I demanded. "Well, Ginger, you hit your head hard. Got a concussion in fact, I think that you'll be alright, but you…" "I said where are they!" I screeched out loudly. She sighed. "Fidget was hurt badly, but he'll live. His leg was so torn up it had to be amputated, and his wing has been badly fractured. It has developed arthritis. It has slowed down the healing process, and it will be a minimum of five years until he can fly again."

I then asked "And Kye?" The doctor looked worried. "Three ribs were crushed. Both legs are crippled, as well as her arm. She was dead for over ten minutes before we were able to revive her, and there has been permanent brain damage. She will live, but will never walk again, use her right arm, and will be mentally handicapped."

I couldn't accept the truth. My Kye was all right, I knew it. For the longest time I was to involve in my own denial and regret to care about anyone else, even Fidget. For over a month, I refuse to see or talk to him. I didn't want to accept the truth. I never even considered Kye. I wish now that I could have changed it all, but I can't. I will admit the way I acted was cruel, self-centered, and heartless. I hate myself for it.

By the time I was ready to see Fidget, he was in a mental hospital. Apparently, he had tried to kill one of the nurses, and had succeeded. He was unstable, and could not be convicted, so they sent him there.

He was sitting on a hospital bed when I came in. He didn't even look at me. "Fidget?" I whispered. "I need to stay here, it's the only place Kye will be safe." I looked at him strangely. "She will kill people…"

"Fidget, Kye can't kill people. She can't walk. She is disabled." I tried to tell him. "I know, I saw her Ginger, I brought her here. Gypsie wont help, she's sick. Gypsie would kill her. They would destroy her. She's cursed…" He said creepily. I had no idea what he was saying.

"Fidget, listen, Kye is disabled. She is NOT cursed, she is disabled." I tried to reason with him. "Cursed." He whispered, then looked right at me. "You left us. Where were you? I was all alone with her. She was in pain, and I couldn't help her. Why did you leave us?"

For once, what he said made sense. "I…I'm sorry, I was selfish. I wont ever do it again." He just looked at me, then said "she needs to feed…" He then shut his eyes and went back to sleep. I decided to stay and watch him.

For about an hour he slept, then he got up and walked towards the door. When he tried to open it, he couldn't. "Fidget, the nurse, you can't leave until your well." I said calmly. "VAMPIRE! HARLOT! HELL BEAST!" he screeched out. "She would have destroyed us all."

He continued on that way, until about a week later, he attacked another nurse. This time, it was a male mouse that was able to restrain him until more help came. He was strapped to his bed during the day after that.

About three weeks went buy, and I was starting to understand his delusions. He thought we were cursed. The doctor said that he had schizophrenia. It was triggered by the attack, which he blamed on Basil.

When I showed up at the hospital, I was shocked to learn that they had lost hi8m. "You lost him! How could you loose him!" "Miss Harper, please calm down. We will find him." I was so angry. "Forget it, I'LL find him!"

I knew where he was anyway. He had been talking about an old prison called Devils Den near our house. I knew he had gone there.

I flew past our neighborhood, all the while keeping an eye out for my Fidget. As I flew over the Thames, I wondered how he could get over it without being able to fly. That's when I saw the water thrashing not far from where I was. "Oh crap," I thought as I flew towards the water. I thrust my leg into it, feeling for a hand, shoulder, ear, anything! I felt something, and lifted it up. It was him.

He looked at me sickly. "Ginger…" He whispered weakly. "You came back…" I nodded my head and said, "I will never let this happen again.

I took him back to the hospital, where he was heavily medicated, and strapped down to a bed to keep him safe from… himself. And that's where my tale first began. Me looking at my poor brother, sickly, suicidal, and just not right. My poor brother. I am sorry that I ever put his and Kye's life in danger. I've been putting off seeing her for to long. It's time that I visit.

But before I do, I have to talk to Fidget. I walked inside the room. "Baby?" I asked. He didn't even look at me. I sighed. "The dog, it was Basils. It was put to sleep. He is paying for our bills right now; as if he thinks that will be enough. It was his fault that this happened, and we will have our revenge. He will pay, but not with his life, but someone close to him, as me and you with Kye. She will never be herself again, and neither will you, and he will pay for that. I swear to you, he will pay."

I was starting to come back to reality. It was all just a dream? No, not all of it, something horrible had happened. "Baby?" I heard. I knew it was Ginger, but I didn't have the guts to look at her. She told me all about the attack. It was Basil's fault. I heard her say "he will pay," and I knew he would. If my life depended on it, he would pay! Ginger finished her talk and went out of the room, and I thought quietly to myself. Just before I fell asleep, I whispered to myself, "he will pay…"