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July 25th, 2017 - New York
Margaret Rose Augusta
May, 4th, 1970 - July, 18th, 2018
Loving mother / stepmother and free spirit
Anthony Margaret Augusta Stared at his mother’s gravestone, tears silently fell down his face as he dropped a Purple Anemone onto her casket.
“Remind me what those mean again?”
Porter - Anthony’s step-brother asked.
“What?”
“Those flowers you placed. I know they have a meaning but I can never remember what.” Porter specified, gently rubbing Anthony’s back.
“Oh… It means protection from evil… The purple one’s do at least- and I just thought… she needs it, you know? So now she’ll always be safe.” He explained, wiping the tears from his eyes.
“I know she loves it,” Porter tried to comfort Anthony.
“Yeah well… It’s too late.” He stated, turning away from the headstone - from the grave - from his mother. “I should have believed her.” You could hear the frown that was plastered on his face.
“Anthony…” Porter tried- turning to look at his brother- only sighing, as Anthony stepped away.
“Leave her. She just needs some alone time.” His step-dad spoke up, placing a hand on Porter’s shoulder.
Anthony placed his hands into his pocket as he walked through the graveyard. He kept his gaze down, unfocused. It didn't take long until his surroundings slowly changed from grass and graves to the hallways of the Manhattan Psychiatric center.
July, 17th, 2018
Anthony quietly walked through the bright halls of the psychiatric center that housed his mother. He fidgeted with the strings of his hoodie, hand’s trembling gently - a natural tremor he gained from complications with his birth, but that's a story for a different time. Shaking his head slightly, Anthony stopped at door 32. He sucked in a deep breath before gently knocking on it.
“Mother?”
The door opened quickly, Anthony had to take a half step back so it wouldn't hit him. Suddenly his arm was grabbed and he was pulled inside.
“Mom!?” he gasped, as she slammed the door behind him.
“Mom what's-” he paused, seeing the state his Mother was in.
The woman's orange hair - normally well kept, was an unkept mess- as if she’s been pulling at it. She was looking around frantically, muttering to herself as she hurried her way over to Anthony.
“My son-” she grabbed his hands, “No one followed you, right?”
“Follow me? Mom- what's going on?!” he asked, concern washing over his face and laced in his voice. His Mother was never like this. She was a well put together person, always free, always knew how to keep her composure - she may be in a psych ward, but that was because his dad put her there. She was never, she never acted like this.
“Were you followed?” she pushed, looking Anthony in the eye.
“No! No…I wasn't.”
Anthony’s mother stared at her son for a long moment, before finally letting him go, letting out a small breath.
“Good, I don't know what I would do if you were.” she sighed, moving over to her bed.
Anthony watched as his mother searched around for something.
“Mom- please, tell me whats going on.” he kept his voice soft, something the doctors told him to do- and if this really was a psychiatric break, he didn't want to push his mom even further.
“I'm going to die.”
“...What-”
Anthony stared at his mother in disbelief. The woman fumbled around a bit, before holding up a book.
“I am going to die!” She repeated herself, stumbling her way over to her son. She looked around frantically before shoving the book into Anthony’s arms.
“Take this- don't let anyone see it- only you can look-”
“What- mom- I don't understand!” Anthony grabbed onto the book, but took a step back from his mother.
“Have you been taking your medication? Do I need to call in a doctor?” He asked, trying to stay calm.
“Medication!? And Doctor!? Come on Anthony, you know I was never crazy!” she laughed dryly before going to pace around the room.
“Look- we both know your Father placed me here because I found his secret-”
“You mean the cult that doesn't exist.”
“Yes! But it does exist! It's always existed! “
“Mom-”
“And after years- years! I finally found their name and leader!”
“Mom please-”
Anthony’s mother started to step closer - Anthony started to step back. If he remembered correctly the button to call the nurse should be right next to the door.
“Hüdō Hūdö “
“...Hu-Hudo-”
“Hüdō Hūdö! There leaders Joe Sams-”
“Please- you're scaring me-”
“I have it written down! Joe Sams! and, and now that I know- they're going to kill me! I'm going to die- please keep that book safe- Anthony they will kill me!”
A small surge of relief passed through Anthony as his back hit the wall. He glanced to his left, the button to call the doctor right beside him. His mother Caught his gaze. She looked at the button then back at her son.
“Don’t-”
“Mom, please calm down.”
“Anthony don’t- don’t press that fucking button.”
Anthony watched as his mother started to have a meltdown. He couldn't stand it anymore as his mother broke into tears and pressed the button. It didn't take long before a nurse showed up - Anthony’s mother was on the floor, sobbing about how she was going to die.
Anthony watched in horror.
“Ms. Augusta - Margaret!” The nurse tried, but quickly called for backup. She turned to Anthony. “Mr. Augusta- it's best if you leave, we will take care of your mother but for now please leave the room.” She tried to block his view the best she could. It took Anthony a moment, but he nodded- clutching the book tightly to his chest, exiting the room quickly as other nurses and a doctor holding a syringe piled into the room. Anthony could still hear his mother screaming as he backed away from the door. The hallway was bright- much brighter than before, the screams only seemed to get louder the further he backed away, his breath quickened, his hands shook- was it always so hot in here? People were staring, the hallway he was in seemed to grow longer as the screams of his mother grew louder- suddenly something grabbed his shoulder.
Anthony screamed
Porter jumped back
“Whoa- Anthony… AnAn calm down- it's only me… just Porter-”
Anthony looked around, they were in his father’s house. Where the reception was being held. How long had they been there?
“When did we… get here?” he asked after a few minutes.
Porter sighed. “About an hour ago… Where did you go off to? You seemed so… gone this whole time.”
Anthony shook his head. “I was just… thinking…” He subconsciously pulled at his hair slightly. This did not go unnoticed by Porter, but he chose to leave it be for now.
“Alright… do you… want me to take y
ou home?”
Anthony nodded quickly. “Yeah… yeah I think that's for the best.”