The Week and the Wicked

“Hello?” I asked the person behind the unknown number.

“What if I tell you I can bring him back to life?” said he from the other end.

“Is this a prank? Who are you?” I replied.

“Oh please. I know how it ended. Tragic, wasn’t it?”

I didn’t know what to say. Whoever this man is, he sure knows things. “I don’t know what you’re
up to and I have no time for—“

“Silly girl, I know you want this too bad.” paused, “A potion shall be delivered in your doorstep. If
you wanna see him again, drink it all up. But if you don’t...”

Then the line went dead and the doorbell rang.

I ran to it and saw a box in my doorstep. It even had a note on it: Choose wisely.

I opened the box and saw a small bottled that’s filled. I stared at it for a few seconds and
decided to just put it away by tomorrow. I wanted to see him so bad but I’m not that insane to
believe in stuff like those. So, I went to bed.

“I miss you too, honey. So drink it, and you’ll see me again.” and his face disappeared into thin
air.

Sweat dripped down my face. It was him, speaking to me. After all this time, I still held on to the
idea that he’s around; even if he’s buried deep down.

It was a tragedy. He fell down from a flight of stairs, hit his head hard causing him into staying in
the ICU for weeks and eventually, died.

I got out of bed and went down to grab a glass of water before tears start to roll down my face.
Then I neared the box in the table and without hesitation, drank the potion and went back to
bed. I was out of my mind, maybe. But it might as well be worth a try. After all, I wasn’t about to
lose anything–or so I thought.

***

Morning came.

I woke up to the smell of food from the kitchen. Nobody’s in the house except me. I hurriedly
went downstairs bringing the bat that I’ve always have with me. Whoever this intruder was will
taste a good beating.

I raised the bat both arms, aiming for the right swing. Then,

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“MATT? It can’t be!” said I surprised, dropping the bat.

“Hi honey! Good to know you’re awake. I’ve cooked breakfast. Here, help yourself.”

“But you’re supposed to be dead! How come…“

“I know honey, I know. But you drank the potion, didn’t you? So, here I am. Here with you.” then
he kissed me and made that crooked smile of his.

“But, how can you know all about the potion? And this, this is…wait. I must be dreaming.”

So I pinched myself and to my dismay, it hurt.

“Honey, there’s a lot of time to tell you the rest of the story. But right now, I want us both to have
fun. Catch up for the lost times, maybe. I want to show you how much I love you.” and he kissed
me again, eating up all that’s left of my consciousness.

The next days have been like heaven. Things were back to the way they were. We even went
back to a few dates, spent the nights like there was no tomorrow, and other stuff that we’d
missed out.

But then, every magical moment had to end.

“No way!” said I laughing as we entered the house.

He chuckled but was cut mid-air. I stared into the direction he was looking.

“What are you doing here?” Matt asked the uninvited guest.

“Is that the new way to say ‘hi’?” the man laughed half-heartedly, “Anyway, time’s up. I’m here
to take my part of the deal. The potion’s not for free, you know?” and smiled madly.

“I only asked a week you–“

“Uh-oh Matt. I’m not dealing with you, I’m talking to her.

A life for a life; so whose life are you going to give in-exchange of his? Or would it be your life?”
and he smiled.

Gladys Bitsy Ann Sarominez