Short Dave Angst
David Malucci sat on the roof of
County looking into the stars. His
mother told him once that the stars held the future. Dave looked up at one bright star.
"Mommy." He
whispered to the star.
He'd told that to his father way back when he was in the
third grade. His tall, strong father
asked him who'd told him that. "Mommy
did." Dave had replied. His father smiled. "Jackie?" He'd asked,
heading into the kitchen to talk to his mother. Dave walked over to the couch and turned on his Pong system. He played until he heard loud voices coming
from the kitchen.
"LOOK, BITCH! YOU
WERE SUPPOSED TO HAVE GIVEN UP THOSE STUPID BELIEFS YEARS AGO!"
Dave knew what had happened. His mother was a witch. No, not a bitch kind of witch, but a witch
that practiced the Craft. His mother
had taught him all about the craft, and how to use his powers for the good that
they are meant for. She had told him
never to tell his father that they still practiced the Craft. He had slipped.
"Joe, I swear… I haven't practiced witchcraft in
years. Not since I began to date
you." His mother had pleaded.
"Then WHAT exactly was it that you
taught our son? Our good, Catholic
son?"
"I just told him a story to keep him
quiet on the way home from the market."
Dave knew she was lying, but never
said anything. The first belief of his
religion was to respect all other religions.
Which he did. He had Jewish,
Muslim, Christian, and even a Buddhist friend in his area of New York. His father didn't have that belief. He believed all the hollywood bullshit, that
Witchcraft was Satanic, which it wasn't.
"To name Evil is to give Evil power."
His mother told him.
"Joe! Stop, please! I have
never-"
Dave covered his head with a pillow
as he heard his mother being hit. It
didn't stop for a good half an hour, and by the time it did stop, he could
barely breathe.
Joe Malucci walked out of the
kitchen, a happy smile on his face.
"Hello, son!" He said,
cheerfully, as though nothing had happened.
"Hi, Dad!" Dave chirped, as if
nothing had happened. He kept his
spirits up, so as not to get beaten himself.
"How was school?" Joe
asked. "I got an A in spelling, and a B
plus in math!" He said excitedly. "Well, that's good!" Joe said, ruffling the mane on young Dave's
head. "Bye, Daddy!" Dave chirped as Joe left for his poker game. The minute the car was gone, Dave jumped up
to help his mother.
"David… My book." She told him,
slowly trying to stand up. Dave helped her
up and down the stairs to the basement.
She hobbled over to the wall and pushed a button under the fusebox. A door opened from the brick wall. This house was built by her grandfather,
also a witch. He knew that there would
be problems with practice, so he put in the secret room. Dave helped his mother over to a bed and lay
her down on it. He walked over to a
table with a book, a basket full of supplies and candles.
"Don't worry, mommy! You'll be okay in no time!" He said.
He read from the book what he needed to do for a healing spell. He lit candles, and then prayed to each of
the spirits. He then walked over to his
mother and began to chant out a healing spell.
He felt the prescence of the spirits as he healed his mother's
pain. Soon, he opened his eyes to see
his mother flitting about, her wounds no longer in pain. She smiled.
"You ought to be a
doctor." She said.
"Why?" He asked.
"You're a good
healer." She told him
His father died soon after
that. He had cancer from smoking 90
percent of his life. On his deathbed,
Dave admitted that he was a witch. His
father nodded. "I know. Your mother told me." He had said. His father forgave them for it, and asked for forgiveness for
beating his mother. It was granted, as
Jacqueline and Joseph Malucci really were in love.
Dave stood up from his daydream and
grabbed his rucksack. He took out an
old spellbook, and set it down. He then
prayed to the spirits of the North, South, East, and West, and began the health
chant once again. He was healing, just
like his mother told him to.
The End.
Lame, I know. I apologize for not continuing with my other
fics, I just can't figure out where to go on them. I'll continue them soon, but in the meantime, I'll be pumping out
new short fics of various subjects for the time being. Sry.
Also, don't flame me. I'm not a real religious person, but I
respect all religions and I believe that you all should respect religions other
than your own. All flames based on the
difference of religion will be deleted.
Thank you.
