"I can't see any mark." Angela sighed and looked down again. She had told Doctor Shephild about her dream.
"I can't believe this, it was right there!" Angela walked over to one of the windows and tried to see her reflection in it while thinking back on the day before.
She had met her mother for the first time in eight years, and it hadn't exactly been what you would call a happy reunion. They had argued, Angela had left the room and gone for a walk, inside the hospital though. When she had returned to her room was both Doctor Shephild and her mother gone. She had asked a nurse for some papers and a pencil and then she had tried to make drawings, but she just got irritated when her drawings didn't turn out the way she wanted them to. So she had gone to bed rather early.
Then she dreamt…That horrible dream. She was in league with Barbossa and she had killed Jack. And even though it had only been a dream she felt extremely guilty.
And the wound on her neck… Angela had found blood on her neck and went to her bathroom to she was it was. A thin cut along her neck, but now it wasn't there anymore.
"I don't understand."
"Neither do I." Doctor Shephild sounded worried. He still hadn't mentioned her mother and neither had Angela. Instead had they just talked about her nightmare.
"So this is what you dreamt?" Shephild looked at the three drawings the girl had given him, after the dream she suddenly had something to draw. The first one showed a woman in black bending down over a stone chest on a pile of junk (treasures had Angela told him), while a man held her down and another man stood beneath the pile of treasure. The other picture showed the woman aiming a pistol at the man while the man next to her stood in the shadows. And in the third picture the woman was forced to bend down again while one of the men was lying on the ground.
"You killed Jack?"
"Only in the dream!" Angela couldn't explain why she felt so guilty, it had only been a dream, she hadn't killed Jack. She would never kill him.
"Yes in the dream. And when you woke up your neck was bleeding?"
"Yes!" Angela sat down again. She looked at Robert who sat on the other side of the dark wooden table. "Now you think I am crazy too don't you?"
"No." Angela looked surprised at him. "I just think we need to get you out from this hospital before anyone else hears about this." Angela nodded, if anyone, especially Doctor Kingsley heard about this she would be locked up in the psyche ward for sure.
"So… have you been thinking about, well you know." Angela crossed her arms over her chest."
"I'm not going with her." Shephild sighed.
"Angela… You have no choice, and it is just temporary. And I'll be coming along. I live near her house. Her husband is a friend of my brother…"
"Her what now?"
"Her husband, Bill Thomas."
"I didn't ask for his name."
"Can't you at least think about it? It's either that or the psyche ward."
"Why can't I live on my own?"
"They think that you are instable and they don't think that you will be able to live on your own just yet."
"I don't believe this."
"Angela, you need help. Just think about your dreams." He held up the drawing of Angela aiming her pistol at Jack. "This isn't real. And you need help to get past this," he leaned forward so the drawing was right in front of Angelas face, she took the drawing with shivering hands, "and come back to reality. You need to remember what truly happened."
Angela looked at the drawing, it made her feel so very guilty. But that was ridiculous, she had never killed Jack, she would never. And yet, Angela felt guilty for sending Jack to his death…
Angela sat in the front seat of a cab, it had been three days since the nightmare and yet she couldn't stop thinking about it. In the back seat sat her mother and Robert. Her mother was wearing a grey suit today and looked just as perfect as before.
They were on their way to the airport. Angela had finally agreed to go with her mother to England, Doctor Robert Shephild was going on the same plane.
Angela sighed and looked through the window at the grey world outside, it was raining. She sighed again and then looked down at her hands and notices the W on her wrist. Her only proof that her dreams were somewhat true, and yet it felt like the brand was taunting her. Then suddenly Angela remembered something.
"Hey! Robert, what was the name of the church I was found?"
"Why do…?"
"Never mind, just tell the cabdriver to go there." Robert said the name of the church, the cab driver turned right and into a smaller street. They drove for a few minutes while Clarisse tried to tell Angela that they would miss their flight. The cab suddenly stopped, Angela quickly stepped out of the cab, Clarisse and Robert was on their way to follow her, but Angela stopped them.
"No wait inside the cab, I need to do this myself." Clarisse started to protest but Robert was able to convince her to let Angela go alone.
Angela hurried over to the church, she stopped outside the massive door. She felt nervous and for a few seconds she thought about getting back into the cab and just forget the whole thing. But her questions and the rain convinced her to open the door.
"Hello?" The church seemed to be empty. Angela took a few slow steps inside, no one was there. Angela sighed and turned around, she was just about to open the door again when she heard a voice.
"What do you want? The church doesn't open until ten o clock! Wait…how did you get in here?" Angela turned around.
"The door was open…" The old priest stared shocked at her, then he stared at the door and then he stared back at Angela.
"Strange…Well, what do you want?" Angela looked at the priest, he was much older than her, in his fifties maybe, he had thick brown hair and green eyes. Angela stepped forward and brushed the wet hair away from her face. The priest gasped.
"It's you!" Angela looked at the priest.
"You know me? Oh, you are the one who found me!" The priest nodded.
"Yes I did. An early morning, actually, it was about the same as this one. It was raining and I had just come to the church when I saw someone lying on the stairs. It was you; you were unconscious and wearing nothing but a thin dress. I got you inside and tried to wake you up," the priest shook his head, "but I wasn't able to."
"So you called for an ambulance?" The priest nodded again.
"But my child, what are you doing here?" He sounded more exited than curious.
"I want to thank you, and ask you something…" The priest smiled and nodded so she would continue.
"You have no idea who left me here do you?"
"You don't know?" Now Angela shook her head.
"No…I don't remember. I remember barely anything from the past months."
"Ah yes, you had been missing. Come." He held out his arm and the two moved towards one of the church benches and sat down.
"I called the hospital you see; I was awfully worried about you. They told me that they knew who you were and that you were recovering and that was about all that I needed to know."
"Thank you father, again. And I'm sorry for the people at the hospital they are real assho…" Angela pressed her lips together and then tried to apologise for what she had almost said.
"I'm sorry father." But the priest just smiled.
"So my child, you really don't remember anything?"
"Well…a few things, but it's all so confusing."
"Hopefully all your questions will be answered. I actually have something that might help you my dear." The priest stood up. "Wait here." And then he hurried over to the other end of the church and disappeared behind a door. He was gone for about a minute but then he returned. He sat down next to her.
"You had something with you when I found you."
"I had? Then why didn't you…?" The priest raised his hand and Angela stopped talking.
"When I had carried you inside I put you down right here on this bench and then covered you with my own coat. You had your right hand on your chest, but as I was on my way to the phone, your arm must have been sliding, and I heard the sound of an object hitting the floor. I walked over to you and just beneath your fingertips lay a ring."
The priest held out his hand and lying on his palm was a silver ring with a big green stone on it. Angela gasped when she saw it.
"Jacks ring…" The priest didn't hear her whispering Jacks name so he continued with his story.
"When I picked it up I just felt that I could not give this to anyone until the day you came back for it. If I showed it to anyone else something terrible would happen. So I hid it, and then called the hospital. They came and got you, and since then I have just been waiting for you to come back for it." He put the ring into Angelas hand.
"And now you have." He closed Angelas hand. The ring felt strangely warm and suddenly, it felt like a lightning had hit her head, Angela closed her eyes…
"Go, before 's too late." I leap forward and put my arms around his neck.
"Jack I…" I want to tell him that I am sorry, how I feel, but I keep loosing my words …
"I know darling." I back away; tears are falling from my eyes. Jack suddenly put something in my hands.
"Remember," he says simply. I am holding the small object in my hand and walk backwards and as I reach the wall I feel strangely warm. I look at Jack and hold my right hand tighter around his gift.
Remember…I think about his final word to me as his face disappears and I think, how could I ever forget, before the darkness consumes me…
Angela opened her eyes; the priest looked at her.
"I hope I didn't make a mistake that day, maybe I should have given the ring…"
"No! No, father, thank you. I'm glad you followed your instinct."
"Will it help you?" Angela smiled.
"It already did."
"Oh really? Might I ask what…?"
"Just one of many missing parts in my puzzle… But an important part. Thank you." Angela moved her right hand, in which she held the ring, towards her heart.
"Father, do you believe in destiny?"
"Of course my child, God has a plan for us all." Angela smiled, she had never believed in God, in any God actually, but after everything she had been through she just didn't know what to believe anymore.
"Why do you ask?"
"I was just wondering if people truly can have a task to do, a reason to be born…And what happens when the task is done?"
"I am certain that every human is born for a reason, that God has a plan for us all. But what happens when you are done, if you ever can be done, I don't know." Angela sighed; she hadn't thought he would know either. Angela opened her hand and looked at the green stone that glittered on the ring that she held in her palm.
"This ring means a lot to me."
"And the person, who gave it to you, is he important too?" Angela looked up. The priest was standing up now.
"Yes…he used to mean everything to me." She lowered her voice. "And now I will never see him again."
"Why not?"
"He is dead."
"Oh, I am very sorry."
"Don't be…He died a long time ago." Angela stood up; she could feel that she wasn't far from crying.
"I should really get going father. Thank you again for all you help." They walked over to the door.
"It was a pleasure. I hope that you'll find what you are searching for. May God be with you my child." Angela smiled, waved and then opened the door.
When the door was closed Angela leaned against it. She held up the ring again and looked at it, but now she couldn't keep her tears from coming.
"Jack, why did you give me this ring? What does it mean?"
Remember
"Oh Jack I forgot…I'm so sorry."
Remember
"How could I have forgotten about you? About us?"
Remember
"Forgive me…"
"Angela!" Someone was running towards her through the rain.
"Angela, what are you doing?"
"Doc!" Angela felt so glad to see him. So glad that she wasn't alone. She was going to tell him about the ring later. But for now, Angela was going to keep it a secret. Jack had been real, even though he was dead now. But three hundred years ago had he been alive and he had cared for her, Angela.
"Come, let's hurry back to the cab." Doctor Shephild held out his hand and Angela took it, and they both started running towards the yellow cab.
Well, there you have it - chapter 7.
I am working on chapter 8 right now so hopefully I will be posting it in just a few days.
