Andrew’s Journal – Entry 17
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This ride through the desert is a nightmare. I finally got that last memory back. The memory I hadn’t written down. The last missing memory. The day the charm shop burned to the ground. The day I didn’t want to save Avery.
First. The timeline so I can keep this all straight in my mind:
2. Jackson died in prison. Jacob took me to Jenna.
3. Drove out to the desert and failed to summon a Jinni when that cowboy killed it.
4. Lost my memory for the first time.
5. Went back to the charm shop by myself desperate to retrace my steps to Avery. For some reason Jenna, the witch, attacked me. Joe the Barber saved my life.
6. Lost my memory again.
7. Went back to the charm shop with my sister (last missing memory). If it hadn’t been for her I would’ve never have gone back.
8. Lost my memory for a third time. Turns out I kicked Jacob in the balls and killed an angel.
9. Jacob caught up with me, removed my Watcher, and helped me get all of these memories back by helping me see that angel at the lotto station.
10. I hid in a motel waiting for my last memory with these hidden coordinates while Jacob got the necessary ingredients to redo the spell.
11. Joe the Barber tried to kill me. Jacob rescued me.
12. Now, we are both on the run. Trying to get to 33.11685,-114.292145.
I had woken up the day after Joe’s men shot up the charm shop with no memory of the previous day, no memory of Jacob, no memory of going to the desert to find Avery. I found my journal under my pillow like I did (and will) the next morning. I read it. There was a new entry that I didn’t remember writing. Journal entry 10. I didn’t believe it. I’ve been writing in this journal since I found it, but have no memory of any of the entries that involved angels or Morning Stars. It was all too convenient. I didn’t believe it.
I vomited out the Jacob’s car window as he raced down the highway.
I remembered everything that has happened to me before and after that missing memory, but the person living the memory didn’t. It was me, but a past me. He wouldn’t go after Avery. The journal was too unbelievable to him. His car was in his garage, there was no black guy at his door. He couldn’t hear the real me begging for me to find Avery. His knee ached a little, but he had to think logically. It was his imagination. He read the journal again. My heart sank. The first time it took me days to decide to find the charm shop. The second (third) time Jacob chased me out of my house. This time, this me decided to call my sister. She came right over.
I fought the memory at first. I was just waiting around for my sister in my memory. I couldn’t stand it. It wasn’t until I heard Jacob’s voice that I was able to calm down. It called to me, “Relax. Like you’re watching a movie.”
I listened to Jacob and slipped back into that missing memory. I made a chi tea latte, Heather’s favorite, while I waited for my sister. I just wanted to feel normal. I convinced myself that my knee felt fine while I sipped my wife’s favorite drink.
When my sister arrived, I showed her the journal. I lied about the middle entries. I told her that I found the journal exactly as is. I didn’t want to confuse things.
She convinced me we should drive to the shop. She said that maybe we just needed, “a dose of reality.”
I was very apprehensive. I didn’t want to go and find out that I was truly crazy, but my sister was convinced that we needed to nip this in the bud.
My sister was smart, collected, and practical. I had always relied on her to keep me grounded even before this tragedy. We got in her car and drove to the shop in my journal.
We went to Beautiful Charms. Nothing. No bullets, no broken glass, no damage of any kind. I wasn’t surprised, but I needed more.
My sister moved to open her car door, but I grabbed her hand.
My sister: This shop is actually here in one piece. We should go inside.
Me: Aren’t you scared that we’re going to be attacked by a teen gymnast and then shot up by gangbangers.
My sister: Maybe we should run back to your house and search your pots for that gun. Remember, Journal entry 6. You put the gun in one of your pots. You think you would’ve read your own journal.”
Me: This notebook is in my handwriting. If we go in there and none of this is true, then… then I’m crazy. I must’ve wrote this last night and I’ve got some kind of crazy split personality disorder.
My sister: Or someone is playing a cruel trick on you. We’re going in there and seeing if this shop is as described. If it is, we’re taking this to the police. Put it in the glove box. It’s our evidence if someone kills us in there. Or if you kill us for that matter”
Me: I called you so that you can keep me sane. I just lost my wife and the guy who murdered her hid my daughter and committed suicide. Avery’s probably dead.
My sister: She’s alive until some tells you she’s dead.
Me: You’re supposed to keep me sane.
My sister: Let’s find out if you are.
I followed her into the charm shop. It was exactly as I described it in the journal. My sister walked up to the rack of snap bracelets and turned back to me bugged eyed. I looked to the counter. It was male teen. I breathed a sigh of relief, but it didn’t last.
My stomach dropped. The teenager’s face was like stone. He glared past us like we didn’t exit. I grabbed my sister’s hand.
I whispered to my sister that we needed to leave.
She didn’t respond. She couldn’t move.
The teen tilted his head slightly for a moment. It shook violently and in an instant he was right in front of us. We couldn’t flinch. We were petrified.
The teenager was an angel. I knew it then as I know it now, but I don’t know how. It wasn’t invisible like before (or will be). There was no denying what it was or is. In a flash, I gained my memory of Jacob. The first time we met, the first time I went to the charm shop, the first time I saw an angel in the desert. I remembered that I needed to find Jacob to save Avery.
The angel’s words were terrifying. “Do you not fear God?” the angel hissed. “Even those that follow the fallen fear God.” The angel smiled a set of jagged teeth from behind its teenage lips.
Another voice came from behind us. “Ireul?”
The angel commanded the voice to call for Seraphim.
The angel stared right into my eyes, giving only inches between our faces. I remember it’s words. “What drives you human? Fear should. Your race has spent centuries trying to drive it from your souls as though it’s a curse. You have bastardized love for this. Those of you that use your creator’s love to conquer your fear of him shall burn in hell.
Life came back to my limbs. Love, I thought. Avery, I thought. I cared little of God and this angel. Avery was what I wanted.
I punch the angel right in the jaw. It was like punching a metal tree. The angel picked me up by the front of my shirt with one hand and slammed me into the floor. It kept asking questions. It wanted to know how I found my way back to the shop.
My sister suddenly came to life. She took a step forward. The angel let me go and spread its wings. “My powers are gone!” it announced. Then, another set of wings covered its face and another set covered its feet. It lunched through the ceiling and flew away.
My sister covered her head and ran over to me. She seemed clueless.
I told her what happened with the angel, but she had not seen it.
She yelled that we needed to leave. The building was collapsing.
I took off running to the back room. I remembered going in there to meet Jenna. I had to see if she was there. I had to see if I could get another chance to find Avery. I ran through the beaded curtain. The room was empty. Just white painted walls.
My sister cried for me to run.
I ran back out to find the building was on fire. It spread quickly. We ran through the front door where we were met by a bright light.
The memory was over. I immediately asked Jacob if my sister was okay.
He told me that it was standard protocol for my sister and I to be put back into our homes after a memory wipe. Even financial and historical documents can be changed if need be.
I asked Jacob about my missing car and the fact the I found my notebook under my pillow the next day.
Jacob didn’t have an answer.
He slowed the car as we passed by a ton of flashing lights. It was an FBI camp. They had been searching the area, day and night, because it was close to where they found Jackson. It was their only lead.