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Chapter 10: Saved
It was about two months later that I saw Willy Wonka again. I was out of money and very sober. I was hiding in a dark alley and kept my head on knees with my hands pulling at my hair. If I knew how to cry I probably would have been doing that. Instead I was just rocking and talking to myself. I heard a familiar voice at the end of the alley, but didn't look up or around. I didn't care who it was.
At some point I felt a hand touch my shoulder. I instantly reacted and tripped the man and went to bolt until I heard him call my name. I peered through the darkness to see the man use a cane to help him get back up and pick up a hat off of the ground. He looked at me and I finally felt a tear drop for the first time in my life. He walked over to me and put his arm around me. How could he be so nice to me?
"Dad?" I turned into his coat and sobbed away. I was a complete wreck. He tensed up a bit, but continued walking me to elevator. I remember vaguely wondering how he uses that thing without being noticed by everyone in the city. We were high above the city when I spoke again. "I really messed up."
Willy nodded. "Why didn't you come back? I figured you messed up when you didn't come home after a few days, but you should have come home after that. I have spent a lot of time looking you. You killed my creativity over the past two months."
I sat on the floor of the elevator hugging my knees. "I didn't think I would be wanted. Even if you did, I could barely live with myself."
"You know on top of everything you really shouldn't add mumbling to the list. We really need to get some chocolate in you. What did you lose another twenty pounds while you were gone? I can see every one of your bones sticking out. That kind of body cannot make a lot of money in your industry."
I actually started laughing. He was right. The skinnier I got, the less people were willing to pay me. I looked at myself, I was pretty disgusting. I was almost like one of those weird science pictures of the skinniest woman or something. Ok, maybe not that close, but still not attractive at all.
Willy took me back into my room where I was instructed by the oompa-loompa doctor to stay in bed and eat as much as I could without being sick. I tried my best, but I hate being still. Even worse, going through the withdrawal again made me even antsier. This time the little doctor man gave me a pill to help relax me a bit. I didn't trust him, but I took it to appease Willy. Another month or two went by and I was ready to join the Buckets for a meal. I actually gained a bit of weight, but it was all in my stomach. The doctor assured me that it was fine and as soon as I was ready for some healthy exercise it would even out a bit.
Willy had me put on the purple dress again for dinner. I made a fuss and insisted that I refused to do anything to impress Mrs. Bucket. I really think Willy just wanted her to see that my arms were free of the redness. The dress was a bit tight on me now, but I wore it. I was actually almost afraid to enter the little shack.
I felt Willy's hand gently push me and I held my head up high. I walked in and looked her right in the eyes. She actually smiled at me and I looked around to the other family members. All of them looked happy to see me. I sat down at the table next to Willy and waited for Mrs. Bucket to serve dinner. No one made me speak which I was extremely grateful for. I didn't really know what to say. I was expecting more arguments.
Dinner was really good and I found myself to be hungrier than usual. I had two helpings and decided not to go for a third even though I wanted it. The family seemed to be just fine with me being there although I was starting to feel like they were just being nice because of Willy. He was telling them how fast I had been learning from one of the oompa-loompa teachers over the past two months.
When I came back, Willy brought one of the oompa-loompas to teach me how to read. Of course, this became a problem because I couldn't understand the oompa-loompa. So instead of Willy teaching me how to read, he taught me how to sign to the oompa-loompas. I caught on quickly and began reading lessons, which ended up being much more difficult. It wasn't like the oompa-loompa could read the words out loud to me when I was stuck.
When dinner was over Charlie went to take me out to the chocolate room for desert. I walked around with him for a little bit before my head began to get fuzzy. It was a strange sensation. I had no clue what was going on. Charlie looked at me strangely making a comment about the way I looked. I am sure it was important, but I wasn't really paying attention. The best way I could describe the way I felt was that the ground looked like a very nice place to be.
I shook my head and turned towards Charlie. "Get Willy." Charlie ran back into the shack and brought Willy out just as I collapsed onto the minty grass. I remembered smelling the mint and thinking that it was still too sweet for me.
When I woke up I was in a white room with lots of machines around me. There were a few of those little men and women walking around. I found I was hooked up to some of those machines. I felt terrible and tried to sit up a bit. When I did a heard a bunch of movement outside of the door and soon Willy and Charlie were in the room with me. I went to say something but started feeling an enormous amount of pain in my stomach. I actually screamed out.
Two oompa-loompas came in to look me over and started signing to me. I watched in amazement and shock. Willy was the first to speak. "She is what??"
I look back and forth between the two little men and Willy. They continued speaking quickly and I couldn't keep up. I caught a few words and all I understood was that I was not alright. Something was very wrong and they needed to keep a close eye on me. They put something in the IV thing in my arm and left. I looked up to my father and waited for an explanation.
"He says you are over seven months pregnant."
"What!" I quickly jerked almost knocking some things over. How could I not realize I was pregnant? I mean, I very rarely have a period because I am so thin so it never occurs to me to check on that. But doesn't being pregnant come with other symptoms?
"He also thinks that this might be quite dangerous for you. You aren't the healthiest girl in the world and you are a stick. It's dangerous for both of you."
I started to panic. Now here I was everything I claimed that I wouldn't become. No, I didn't become her. I was better now. Everything would be better. My baby wouldn't go through the same things I did. I continued to panic and machines started beeping. The two doctors ran in as the pain in my stomach increased. The next thing I knew was that Willy and Charlie were pushed out the door and something else was stuck into my arm.
That was the end of my human memories. I died that evening. My baby is alive and well. I never believed in out of body experiences, but I swear I saw the oompa-loompas tell my father the news. He stood there still for a long time in shock. Eventually they brought out a tiny baby girl. I saw them signal that she was perfectly healthy. Willy held the little baby with a sad smile. The smile brightened when she looked up at him with her perfect little eyes. The last thing I heard before I was swept away to wherever souls go was Willy whisper to her, "I am your grandfather and you are my little Starshine."