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Chapter 35

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Looking in the mirror with my new set of clothes is pretty surreal in my bedroom. The fact that I am wearing yellow trench coat that reaches down my knee caps, black casual pants and brown shoes makes me look like a cool and edgy guy, along having nice brown eyes and black turtleneck shirt; which I really don’t care about. But somehow, it fits me perfectly as if they were made for me alone.

Clover then approaches me with a grin on his face, “ya look like edgelord arty,” he says, making fun of my appearance, although, I am not bothered by this because I know I would never fit in the normal crowd anyway. It feels good to be different than everyone else, especially since I just lost my loved ones.

“Thanks,” I reply politely with a hint of sarcasm.

I can tell Clover is trying his best to keep himself together, but I see through him. He has been struggling internally due to having so much guilt in escaping from the asylum without alerting anyone. Although, I have no right to judge him for that as I would have done the same thing.

Oh, I forgot something.

“Clover, have you seen my pocket watch? I remember that I place it somewhere here.” He looks around the room and shrugs his shoulders, “nah, sorry lad. Perhaps it is on the bed, aye?” Clover replies, walking towards my desk to search for it.

While looking through all of my drawers, he finds nothing inside. “Lad, did you check your jacket pocket? I recall ya seeing it putting in one of your pockets,” Clover said as he walked out of the room while patting his pockets.

As I checked my new pockets, I felt a cold metal object and pulled it out to see what it could be. Long and behold, it is the dangling pocket watch that was from the time he had given it to me. “What are the odds,” I say, staring at the pocket watch that was held by chain strings as I hold it up to my face, letting a nostalgic memory overwhelm me.

I remember having this a year or two ago, during some sessions; I use to this on specific therapy sessions that revolve around mentally fixing severe patients that has distorted beliefs and perceptions in their minds. In one consistence, I had to use this on returning a patient’s perception of time.

Huh, poor guy had to endure his whole life living in a world where everything around him is slow. Where one hour means a century for him. With my use of this pocket watch and hypnosis, I was able to cure the man of his delusional thinking and warped reality.

In a way, I forgot about this since I stopped using it and for some mysterious reasons; it disappeared. Probably some desperate patient of mine wanting to use it for their own purposes or someone who wants it so badly that they stole it from me. But I am glad that I found it again after all these years.

“Aye lad! Ya have been staring at your pocket watch for several minutes now!” Clover broke my train of thought, “it is really memorizing arty? Saw you used on couple of your patients from few years back,” he said before I let go of the pocket watch and placed it inside one of my pockets.

“Say, you are a leprechaun, right?” I turned to him, curiosity bothering me. “Adam, but what does that got ta do with anything?” He replied with his arms crossed and frowning face.

“You really look like one of those folktale characters you know.”

He chuckled, “Arty, I heard about them stories. Although they were nothing more than tall tales told by drunkards during parties.”

If that is true, then…

“Can you make wishes?” My eyes widen in anticipation. “Wishes? Lad, I can grant ya any wish yer heart desires. I will be the one who makes all of yer dreams come true,” he replies while laughing.

I released a deep sigh as my shoulders slumped forward, “What if I want to bring someone back from the dead?” My voice was barely audible and hoarse.

Clover paused for a moment before responding, “that is not possible. Ya cannot change fate.” His reply came out like an echo. “Besides lad, we leprechauns cannot bring a person back from the dead, it is beyond our capabilities.”

“Why?” I asked in confusion.

“Because death has its own rules. No matter how much you hate or despise it, it will always win at the end of the day.” Clover’s words sounded cold and dark.

Dammit! There is no real way to bring my loved ones back, huh? Why is life so cruel? It just had to happen this way didn’t it? I can feel myself becoming bitter towards everything around me, but I try to hide these feelings away because I do not want anyone else to see them.

“I see…” My head slumped down, “they really are gone…” grief and despair filling my heart from within. My mind wandered off into the past, remembering the days when I was still happy. Back then, there were times where I would smile without thinking about anything in particular. But now, all I could imagine is how to find a way to keep moving forward.

The leprechaun approached my side, “don’t worry lad, they will be fine.” I turn my head at him with teary eyes, trying hard to hold back my tears, “don’t let ya emotions control sonny. Your father wants you to continue living your life, not letting go of what happened that day.” He said in a soft Irish tone.

“What do you mean?” I asked, wiping away the salty liquid on my cheeks.

Clover sighed, “Lad, yer dad’s spirit is not here anymore, but he has given his blessing to ya to move forward in life. That man loved ya dearly as a son and wanted to see ye live out the rest of yers days with happiness.”

I cannot help but chuckle with a smile, knowing full well that my father did love me deeply. Although, I am unsure whether I should believe everything Clover told me. But I know for sure one thing, I need to take some time off from everything going on.

“Thanks Clover, but I need to take a rest first. Want to grab some food in the kitchen and watch television together?” I ask him, “I can also make us both a sandwich,” I added with a tired grin.

“Alright lad, I’ll join ya!” The leprechaun replies cheerfully. We then headed downstairs into the kitchen, where we found an assortment of snacks on the table, squinting my eyes in suspicion from the scene.

“Did you eat some of my food without telling me first?” I questioned him with crossed arms, frowning at his nervous face. Clover rose his arms towards me, sweat dripping down his forehead. “Am sorry lad! It was all too delicious and I just couldn’t resist it!” He explained while scratching the back of his neck, “please don’t get mad arty, I swear I won’t do anything like this again.”

Mad? I am not mad, just disappointed.

I turned, staring down at him with a frustrating expression on my face. “Do not worry about it Clover, after everything you did; I am indebted that you have decided to help me. You are a good friend, and I will never forget what you have done for me, thank you.” Genuinely meaning those words, he smiles happily, his ears perk up with delight.

“Ya good kid lad, ya father would be proud of ya!” Clover replied, giving a thumbs up sign with his hand as if saying ‘I told you so.’ I smiled warmly, “thank you again Clover, I appreciate it very much,” I said. We both chuckled with amusement, before deciding to make our sandwiches together.

After toasting the breeds for sandwiches, I grabbed the mustard, mayonnaise and ketchup from a cupboard, while Clover opened the fridge door, grabbing two slices of cheese and tomato. I then cut my piece of bread into half, making it easier to spread on the other side. Meanwhile, Clover used a knife to cut his piece of bread in half carefully, using one end as a scoop for spreading his condiments.

We placed our two slices of cheese and tomato in our individual breads as we add our sauce onto each sandwich. Finally, we grab our prepared sandwich and expected them of their appearances. Both sandwiches look were delicious, especially with the addition of pickles.

“Now then, lets watch some TV,” I suggested, walking over to the living room before sitting on the couch facing towards the television, using the remote, which is already set on one of the news channels after turning it on. The screen immediately switched to a live broadcast where an anchor woman was talking about something important while we munched our sandwich.

Adam’s attention shifted from his sandwich to the screen when he heard what she said on the television. “What is going on?” He questioned me curiously, staring at the Television with wide eyes.

The scene then changed in the channel, where the camera is viewing the destroyed facility I used to work in, before the reporter turned her head towards us and continued to speak. “Police are still investigating this incident that took place yesterday evening around 9 PM PST. Police say they have no leads or suspects yet but do confirm that a fire erupted inside the building, causing a massive explosion that resulted in multiple deaths.” The anchor woman paused for dramatic effect before continuing, “Authorities also confirmed that many bodies were found scattered all over the area outside the burnt down building. But despite the fact, police did not mention how many people died during the incident.”

Clover was nonchalantly eating his sandwich like no tomorrow, enjoying every flavor and taste he can get out of it while I am feeling numb watching the footage on the screen. After a few minutes later, Clover finished his sandwich while I kept staring at the screen until the anchor woman announced the end of the report.

“No survivors have been reported so far, although we will continue to investigate this case as more details become available,” she said solemnly.

I gritted my teeth, trying hard not to lose control over myself. “What happened here? Why did this happen?” I demanded the woman on the screen, despite having to remind myself that I am questioning on Television of all places.

She remained calm, but stern as she continued, “some sources have claimed that an attack by a supernatural entity that is linked with infamous cults has occurred. They are currently investigating the matter further and we will keep you updated if any new information comes up.” She paused again for dramatic effect before continuing, “As of now, our thoughts and prayers go out to the families and friends of those who lost their lives in this tragic event.”

I cannot help but question how the news did not report of me surviving the destruction of that place. Perhaps signing the papers with Chief Walker of removing all my identity in that facility had really helped them hide my existence from the public eye.

The screen switched back to the channel, where the anchor woman resumed her normal broadcasting tone, “This concludes today’s broadcast, thank you and have a nice day!” The news ended just as quickly as it started.

“It appears like nothing has changed since last time,” Clover commented, having watched the television with a dissatisfied look on his face, “sorry ya had to see this lad, seeing your destroyed facility being broadcast throughout the city had reminded us both about the painful event we once shared together,” he sighed sadly if was reliving the past.

“Do not worry about it,” my voice was cold and blunt as I tried to hide all my feelings of sadness, “it is alright,” I told him. Clover looked at me with concern in his eyes before asking, “ya sure you are, arty? Guys like ya would been going bananas of seeing traumatic events in their lives be broadcast to the whole world. Ya could have gone crazy or even killed yourself over this, no offense,” he said honestly.

“I do not want to kill myself,” I assured him, “why would you think I would do such a thing?”

He shrugged, “ya depressed and all? Isn’t that how humans go through when relieving something unpleasant again?” Clover’s question left me puzzled for a moment, but then my mind began to recall what happened after the destruction of the asylum.

“By the way lad, can I eat your sandwich?”