I sat on my bed, thinking. Shouldn't she be back home by now? 'Of course she should. It's... uh... what time is it?' 6:30 p.m. 'See? The time she usually gets off is at 5:49! That's... an hour and twenty-one minutes PAST when she's suppose to be home! She didn't even tell you that she would go get groceries today after she got off work!' Yeah, and I'm really beginning to worry that something bad happened to her... wait a minute, I thought you went away after a year of me being with? Why did you come back all of a sudden? 'Well... you see, it's a conscience thing. You see, when you and Helga got married, her conscience and I became in tune with each other. And, well, a few minutes ago... I got a bad feeling. You see, whatever Geraldine-' who's Geraldine? 'Helga's conscience, now don't interrupt!' Sorry. 'You should be. Now, whatever Geraldine feels, I feel. And suddenly, I had this feeling like something horrible happened, then I felt like I forgot something. Something quite important, in fact.' What are you saying? That something bad happened to Helga... and... what does the forgetting something important have to do with it?
'You know you're the densest person in the world, don't you?' I am NOT!... how dense am I? How many things do I not get? Huh? Got no answer, do ya? 'I'm not going there.' Rrrrrrrr... 'Now, don't interrupt again! What I'm saying, is that something really bad must have happened to Helga. And, you know what it means when a conscience forgets something for a little bit, don't you?' No, I don't study consciences. 'Oh, of course not, I should know that. Hee, hee, hee, hee, hee... huh. Anyway; when a conscience that is in tune with another conscience, like when whoever that has the conscience gets married, when the person that one of the consciences isn't in dies, well, that conscience forgets the other conscience...' WHAT?! 'BUT, you didn't let me FINISH! And since I still have a faint memory of Geraldine, that means that Helga is still alive, but something is terribly wrong with her. Catch my drift?' She is somewhere in between her work and here, dying? 'Mmm-hhmmm.' "NOOO!!!" I cried, tears forming in my eyes. "She can't die! I can find her!" I exclaimed as I jumped up, and ran to my closet to get my jacket.
"I have to find her! I can find her! I have to!" I chanted, shrugging into my jacket, and slipping on my sneakers. I ran out the door, and into the car I've had since I was 16. I searched furiously through my pockets, trying to find my stupid keys. "Damn pocket hides everything!!" I snarled, as I almost ripped my jacket trying to find the keys. I found them, pushed the key for the car into the ignition switch, and turned it, taking off down the road.
I looked from side to side, and of course out the front, too, but side to side to see if I could find her. Then something pink caught my eye. I slammed on the break, and parked near that area. I jumped out of the car, and ran over to where I saw... what I didn't want to see in a million years. Tears sprung to my eyes, and I collapsed.
"Nooo..." I moaned softly, my shoulders shaking, and picked up Helga's pink ribbon, that she had worn since preschool (except when I was supposedly 'dead' she didn't wear it). It was soaked in blood, and had a pool of blood around it. How I knew it was Helga's bow? It had her name written in gold on it... a tear slid down my face, and landed on the bow, making a small area of the dried blood seem like it had just been shed. "Helga... you can't be dead. You must be alive. You must be... Phil! Phil, are you there?" I asked, waiting for my newly re-found conscience to come back to me.
'Yes?' D-do you remember Helga and Geraldine still? 'Yes, I do, thank goodness. But just barely. I can't remember what age they are... or... anything else, really, but I still know who they are.' Does that mean... they are... dead? 'No.' Then what does it mean if they aren't dead?! Could I find her?! 'I do not know any more. I'll keep you informed... what were we talking about, again?' Helga and Geraldine!....................... 'Who?'
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