[Warning: this chapter may scare wewe a bit.]
A Week Later
Over the past few days, I...I haven't been myself. I was announced as someone "dangerous," so they put me in a mental hospital for salama keeping. Well, I was in a mental rehab, to be zaidi specific. I had thought back to when I had done a pregnancy test and thought about the result I had gotten from it. I curled up on the kitanda in the room and rocked back and forth slightly, making sure I didn't fall off the bed.
"I can't believe it alisema I wasn't...I was sure our sekunde try would work..." I muttered.
Soon, when I didn't know it, my pupils dilated. I walked over to the mirror in the room and looked at myself in it. I definitely wasn't myself. I didn't even know what was going on with me. I punched the mirror and shouted in different languages. I looked down and grabbed a piece of glass and held it to my neck. I wanted to put an end to my life right there, but I stopped myself.
"Wait...what am I doing?"
Suddenly, I heard a voice. "You tried to commit suicide, child." It alisema in a soft and kind voice.
I dropped the piece of glass and fell on my knees, grabbing my head, hearing another voice.
"Don't listen to him. wewe know wewe want to kill yourself!!" It alisema in a rough and scary voice.
Whatever spoke last...got control of me. I was banging on the walls out of 'frustration.' The doctors heard my banging (and apparently the press heard, too) and came in and sedated me and got me to calm down.
At Neverland
Michael was pacing around the den, going over what he saw before I was taken away and put in a mental rehab.
"Her pupils were dilated; she spoke in different languages..." He said.
There was only one explanation about what was going on with me. Michael had then decided to give my mom a call, hoping she'd know what was going on. He pulled out his phone and called my mother.
"Please, pick up..." He muttered.
Soon, he heard someone answer.
"Hello?" She asked.
"Eleni? It's Michael."
"Oh hujambo Michael. What's wrong?"
"There's something wrong with Rebecca. I'm not entirely sure what it could be. I was wondering if wewe would know."
"Okay. Tell me what was going on."
Michael told my mom what he's noticed: the dilated pupils, the different languages, the temper, etc. My mom knew what it meant when she heard the dilated pupils. She knew I wasn't on drugs au drinking for that matter.
"Did wewe touch her?"
"No, Eleni. I didn't touch Rebecca."
"Good. wewe need to call the fathers immediately. They'll know what to do."
"Wait, can wewe tell me what's going on with her?"
"Michael...she's possessed."
Michael was scared. He never thought I was possessed. This was all new to him. My mom gave him the orodha of fathers that she knows that are exorcists and gave him their numbers and he gave them a call. Only two au three answered and agreed to help. He was warned to never be in the same room when they are doing the exorcism, otherwise the demon would be transfered to him. So he thought it would be best if he stayed nyumbani to prevent the demon from getting to him.
At The Mental Rehab
I was strapped onto the kitanda while the exorcist fathers got ready. It was a private room, so the doctors couldn't come in, either. Then the exorcism started kwa one of them talking to me while I was waking up. They monitored my movements and it was actually zaidi on my pupils.
"Rebecca...are wewe in there?" One of them asked.
"H...Huh? W-Where am I?" I asked.
"You're in the hospital, child." The other said. "Do wewe know why?"
I replied...but it wasn't actually me that replied. "To get away from other people..." It was a dark voice with a heavy Asian accent.
The third exorcist father checked my pupils and saw that they were dilated. "She's dilated!" He said.
The fathers got out the holy water and the crosses and pressed them on me while spreading the holy water on me, chanting and extracting the demon within. The demon fought back with my body and two of the fathers were hit. The third one came up cautiously.
"Tell us, what is your name?!"
"Terzac!" The demon replied.
"Terzac, kwa the name of the Father and Jesus Christ, leave this girl alone!"
He spread zaidi holy water on my body and the demon was weakening. Soon, they couldn't hear, feel au see the demon in the room. Nowhere on Earth, nowhere at all. I was back to normal, but I was a bit weak from it. My breathing went back to normal and so did my pulse. One of the other fathers took some holy water, placed it in a little capsule on a bracelet and put it on my wrist. I lifted my wrist and looked at it weakly.
"That is for you. It'll keep other demons away. Be salama and get better soon, child."
Then they left. Whenever that one father called me 'child,' I thought back to when I heard the first voice before the demon started talking. He always called me 'child.' Anyway, hours had passed and I was feeling better than I was before. I had gotten my energy back. I couldn't wait until I got out of the hospital. What upset me now was the fact that the doctors told me that I was crazy and going insane. zaidi like I'd go insane from staying in the hospital any longer.
The inayofuata Day
I was in the room, as calm as I could be, drawing and such. My parents came in to visit with me for a while, alerted that I was 'crazy' and 'insane'. I was wondering where they heard that from and they alisema that they saw it in the tabloids. I swear, I was gonna rip some heads off of a few bodies if I ever saw them. It's not because of the demon this time...it's because of their lies. Anyway, once my parents left, I hummed a bila mpangilio song and looked out of the window, looking at all the pretty flowers growing and the trees. Suddenly, my eyes were covered.
"Ah! What's going on?" I asked.
"Guess who?" The person said, giggling.
I giggled a little. "Is this a Michael?"
He giggled and removed his hands. "You are correct, Rebecca."
I turned around and saw Michael and gave him a hug. He hugged me back and kissed my head.
"I missed wewe so much. It feels like I've been in here for years."
"I know. I missed you, too, Rebecca."
I looked at him and kissed his nose and smiled a little. "I've been wanting to see wewe for a while, but they wouldn't let me have any visitors yesterday, let alone let me go outside." I pouted a little.
He giggled. "No need to worry now, Rebecca. I'm here, aren't I?" He moved some of my hair behind my ear and put his hand on my cheek.
I nodded. "Yeah, at least you're here now. I was getting lonely."
He smiled and gave me a kiss. "When are wewe being released?"
I sighed. "In a couple days. I still can't believe they thought I was insane and crazy. I'm not...am I?"
Michael shook his head. "No wewe aren't. wewe are perfectly normal. It was probably the demon that was insane and crazy."
"Yeah, you're right." I looked at him. "How did those fathers know I was here?"
"I, uh...kinda called your mother about what's been going on with wewe and she gave me a orodha of exorcist fathers to call. Those three were the only ones that could help you."
I smiled a little. "You are the sweetest. And remind me to thank my mother."
He giggled. "I will, no worries."
He stayed in the room with me for a few hours, not caring how much time he had with me. If he hadn't seen me in a few days, then he'd do anything to be sure he got a lot of time with me. We played some games and I even showed him my drawings of crosses I had done. I had remembered what was on my arm and drew that for him to see since he wasn't allowed to be in the room while the exorcism was going on. He was shocked to see a lot of crosses cut onto my arms, even on my bottom lip on the inside had a kuvuka, msalaba cut into it. It was horrible seeing them cut into me. Soon, Michael left and decided that once I was out, he'd take me to the store to choose something.
2 Days Later
I was getting out of the hospital today. The demon was officially dead and no other demon could get to me and control me. I was happy because I was gonna go home. Little did I know, Michael had a surprise for me. I got my things together and waited in the room, looking out the window again. Suddenly, a knock on my door. I turned and saw one of the doctors come in.
"Michael's here for you." He said.
I smiled and got up with my things and walked out of the room, feeling normal once again. I walked down the hall with the doctor, talking about that demon and such and occasionally glancing at the holy water on my wrist. I felt like I was safe, but I wasn't fully safe. My parents never had us wear crosses at all. Anyway, we got to the waiting room and I saw Michael at the reception desk, signing the toka kwa sheet. I walked up behind him and poked him and giggled. He gasped and turned around and saw me. He giggled and hugged me.
"Ready to get out of here, Rebecca?" He asked me.
I nodded. "Yeah, I am, Michael." I said.
He took one of my bags and headed out of the hospital with me, hand in hand. He got my things in the car and we got in and Bill started driving off.
"Bill, could wewe take us to the store real quick?"
"Sure thing, Mr. Jackson." Bill alisema and turned on the inayofuata street.
I looked at Michael, a bit confused. "Where are we going?"
"Somewhere. I can't tell wewe where, though."
I pouted a little and it made him giggle. After about 20 minutes, Bill stopped the car and Michael got out with me. I looked and saw that it was a jewelry store. My mouth dropped a little.
"Oh...my...God...Michael, why are we here?"
He smiled a little. "I'm gonna let wewe choose something here that wewe need. Come on."
Soon, we walked inside the store and looked around. Michael led me over to the counter with a bunch of designer crosses on chokers. I looked at all of them and thought that they were all beautiful.
"Oh my God...these are so beautiful. I can't choose between them."
He giggled. "Which one do wewe like the most?"
"Oh, well, uh..." I looked through them again and saw a red and black one and pointed to it. "That one."
"Good choice."
Soon, the jeweler came up to us. "Can I help wewe two today?" She asked.
"Yes, can we get this kuvuka, msalaba choker here?" Michael asked, pointing to the red and black one.
She opened the counter and took it out and showed us. "This one?"
"Yes."
"Okay, that will be $150. Nobody ever wanted to get a kuvuka, msalaba around here. You're the first."
I turned to Michael. "I pay for half, okay? To make it seem fair."
Michael nodded. "Alright then. wewe pay for half and I'll pay the other half."
He took out $75 and so did I and we handed the money to her. She took the money and rang it up and handed us the choker.
"Thank you. Have a nice day." She said.
We nodded and headed out. Michael took the choker from me and got behind me and put it on around my neck. Once it was on, he turned me around and looked at it and fixed it a bit.
"There wewe go. Now wewe are fully protected."
I smiled a little and hugged him and kissed him. "Thank wewe so much for caring, Michael."
He hugged and kissed me back. "I was worried when I had seen your pupils dilated. But wewe are welcome, Becka."
I giggled a little. It was the first time someone had ever called me 'Becka.' It was either Rebecca au Becky, but no one ever called me Becka. We got back in the car and Bill drove us home, me falling asleep on the way on Michael's shoulder with his arm around me.
Back At Home
Bill stopped the car and Michael got out, carrying me inside the house. He got me up to the bedroom and laid me down on the kitanda and he laid inayofuata to me, putting his arm around my waist. He kissed my head softly and looked at me.
"You'll always be protected, my love. As long as I'm around and as long as wewe are wearing the kuvuka, msalaba and the holy water au carry them with you, you're always safe. I upendo you." He alisema softly.
Soon, he closed his eyes and fell asleep himself.