Day ten. The care worker filled the register, indicating the days that had passed since Mrs. Sanders was brought into the mental institute.”
“Let me go. Let me go.” Mrs. Sanders cried out calmly but with a fierce fire in her eyes.
“How can you all not understand? Kenneth left and he wrote a letter to all of us telling us where we need to find him.”
She rose up from the bed raising a finger, “You know! You know! It’s all like he wants us to use the letter as a treasure map; we’re missing out on so much fun!” She smiled with her lips but not with her eyes; the fire still laid there.
Commiseration and pity, accompanied by judgmental renditions, filled the atmosphere.
“Susanne is always the religious one, making sure everything had a connect with spirituality and what not. But today, ha! Today I’m on her side! There’s something wrong with this family!”
The second worker had a weary look on her face; she needed to be put out of her misery.
“Are you sure? I mean that sounds funny don’t you think?” she was no doubted in doubt.
“I don’t know what to tell you, but connect the dots with me…”
The two care workers leaned in across desks to stir deeper into the gist. They were able to convince themselves it was not ordinary that the mother was diagnosed with a mental infirmity just afterwards Kenneth went missing after his miraculous surgery.”
The only thing that filled Mrs. Sanders atmosphere were the invisible spirits with only voices. She’d hear them from time to time. Surreal that they weren’t coming from her head, she’d have reason to feed her hunger for conversation.
“late night, why are you awake?”
“I cannot go to sleep, what if I remember where the letter is, but I remember in my dream, so when I wake I would have forgotten. God wouldn’t be proud.”
“Ha ha ha, now the woman speaks of God. She’s forgotten what happened at the church.”
“Mother said that my sins were washed away. It’s all gone now.” She replied in dismissal.
“So tell me, why do you still speak to us?”
“Face it! you’ve been condemned.”
“God doesn’t condemn! he doesn’t. Mother taught me this, I taught Kenneth. Everything will be fine.”
“You brought your son into this, they warned you.”
“She knew she was still friends with us but she lied at the church, the second time.”
“At least the first time she was young, unconscious lie?”
“Look, the woman is reminiscing. We’ve lobotomised her.“
Her mind had now traced itself to a memory she thought she had discarded; her brain’s recycle bin proved to be functional.
It was a warm day, she was really young and thus not fit to be among the elderly people of the church. She hid at the back of the church, where there was no illumination. A lot of chatter came from the front of the pews. They were ranting about a girl the whole town had been concerned about. Rumor had it that the girl left town to a camp and since her return she’d been getting off the edge, day by day. The girl’s parents being overly religious made a quick recourse to the church for help.
Young Mrs. Sander was keen for being stubborn, hence her audience at the church even after a series of ear pulling by her mother. She knew she wasn’t supposed to be in the midst of the church elders but leaving was no option at that moment for fear of the unknown as well as the thrill of adventure.
A few of the elders were pacing from point to point, looking overly dramatic. They finally spoke to her audience.
“Quickly, quickly, let’s do this before it gets out of hand.”
“Are you sure? I mean…”
“What do you mean am I sure? The child has the devil living in her!”
“You exaggerate. The church has to have permission, this is not news.”
“Protocol will kill the church. Bring the child in.”
The girl was brought in by three men from a room in the church.
“The child is calm, praise be to the Lord.”
After they had restrained her to a chair they began calling the name of the Lord and speaking in Latin, young Mrs. Sanders was intrigued.
“Regna terrae, cantata Deo, psallite Cernunnos…exorcizamus you omnis immundus spiritus…”
The girl had begun to manifest out rightly.
Screams and wails.
Shouts and cries.
“Exorcizamus you omnis immundus spiritus… te rogamus, audi nos!…Benedictus Dea, Matri gloria!”
A resounding scream filled the room. The elders were sure it was not from the child in front of them. It came from the back. The scream was followed by the sound of a fall.
“Who goes there?”
“Exorcizamus you omnis immundus spiritus! Exorcizamus you omnis immundus spiritus! Exorcizamus you omnis immundus spiritus!”
Mrs. Sanders was knee bent at the corner of her ward, using both hands to hit the wall as she screamed in Latin.
“Exorcizamus you omnis immundus spiritus!”
“You will kill yourself.”
“I have to live! Exorcizamus you omnis immundus spiritus!”
“There’s nothing to live for.”
“Kenneth, I’m his first love. I have to live! Exorcizamus you omnis immundus spiritus!”
“But woman, you killed him.”
to be continued…