Memoirs of Madness~45

If it wasn't for Willa, I believe I would have gone insane by now. Wyatt won't speak to me, not that I can blame him, it hurts too much to be around Sky because of my betrayal. Not that he seems to notice a whole lot how much time I spend at home, though I do spend a fair amount of time with him and of course, how could I ever say anything to Shara. But, Willa..she hasn't condemned me. Though neither does she know the true paternity of the baby. But it's not from lack of trying. I have tried to leave subtle hints to her about there might be somethings no one knows the truth of, but with being unable to say anything to anyone, my hints are not getting through to her. She can sense my funk, knows I feel almost suicidal some days and would like nothing more than to go out and hunt the crap out of something. So she keeps me company, no questions, loads of hugs, and more crazy antics than i keep track of. I have her to thank to my laughter instead of tears. Those I save for the night time, when I am all alone and there's no one to question my weaknesses. And for the love of all things..that girl brought over a damned bottle..a bottle with a genie in it! I will admit to a certain level of crazy, even a certain level of madness to the things I have seen and experienced in my existence, but I did not for one moment believed genies and magic lamps existed. I swear on all that is unholy, you spend one day with this girl and you may question your own sanity, but you know what, I wouldn't trade that insanity for anything in the world because she is the one person helping to keep my head above water these past days. Needles to say, she wound up wishing herself into this damned bottle and letting the genie out. Guess that goes to show that you should always be careful what you wish for. And then of all people to show up at my door, in pops one of my least favorite people in the world, second only to Chris Halliwell. Willa's boyfriend Tony pops over and thinks he is going to take the bottle, along with Willa in it with him! Of all the nerve, that punk ass kid is going to get a beat down some day. Not that I would ever say to that Willa, but somehow I am pretty sure she knows how I feel. But by late in the evening, Tony was gone, Willa was free, and the bottle and genie were gone. Having three wishes is so not as fun as it is in the movies. As things began to settle, I felt a certain shift in the air, a power that didn't belong in my home. I am not sure if Willa can read me so well or she felt the same shift. I excused myself to my room, closing the door behind me to face the demon with a look of pure disgust. How many times were they going to warn me to keep quiet, of what I stood to lose if I said anything. I knew how much was on the line. I remember feeling panicked with Willa just down stairs and then relieved when the demon left. And when I opened the door to see Willa on the opposite of the door her eyes wide, I felt my legs give out from beneath me, but somehow managed to not collapse. I am so beyond screwed...