Ghosts of the past

As you tucked little Anthony into his crib you sighed sitting on your bed before noticing Harmony laying her back towards you not moving.

“Wanna talk about it?” you asked tapping into your psionic bond with your wife to which you only heard a sigh before you heard crying. Laying behind Harmony you wrapped your arms around her as she cried before she turned around and buried her face into your chest. You only rubbed her back as she cried into your chest holding her as she released her pain before she cried herself to sleep. As you held Harmony in your arms you worried about your own demons specifically the one in your stomach and the ones from your past.

You sighed deeply why the hell did everyone want to dig up the past be it your past or your wife’s past why couldn’t your family simply be left alone. As you held Harmony your eyes wandered and you flinched as you remembered the price you had to pay to even be here holding her your deal with the dark one being the price to even hold her.

You regretted nothing and while time possibly could have prevented her death you had tried that viewing a billion different timelines with a billion different possibilities and yet only in the timelines where you made the deal was Harmony actually saved every other timeline ended with her dead, dying or worse of course you wondered if Harmony even remembered dying but you sure as hell weren’t going to worry her especially not with your problems.

She already had enough going on without you having make things harder for her. As you felt Harmony relax you soon got up and took off your clothes stripping to just your boxers before walking into the bathroom and locking the door along with reinforced privacy seals. Looking around one last time you soon began recite some incantations as red runic symbols began to appear on your torso, arms, legs and back and then faded once more.

What was once smooth unblemished skin soon changed as the seals faded as you true skin showed itself with numerous burns and scars covering the good majority of your body. With your face thankfully covered in only minimal cuts and scars. You sighed as you looked over the red seal on your right forearm. Mind suppression seals you had been taught at a very young age to suppress your pain both physically and mentally.

You sat against the cold tiled floor as your body was flooded with intense pain the likes of which you hated but needed to do lest the mind suppression seals weaken. You gritted your teeth as you endured the pain choosing to remain silent as you physically relived your childhood in south Wellington every scar, cut and burn being relived again and again before you opened your eyes again.

There in a green ghostly form stood your mother frowning as she looked down at you and your scar ridden body before she spoke. “So this what you do just so that you don’t worry her right?” You only nodded your eyes half-lidded before replying.

“Mom I am fucked up in more ways then you can imagine from PTSD to depression hell I am sure my dances with the dark one are the very reason he knows me by name with how many times I have almost died.” You said staring at her ghostly green form.

You sat up a little more before continuing. “Harmony has her own problems with her own father and now with dad out on the loose this group of hooded people after me.” You sighed “I already have enough issues on my hands last thing I need is to worry Harmony with my problems.”

You mother only shook her head before replying. “A marriage is only as strong as the bond and trust between the husband and wife your father and I learned that the hard way when you were born you know.” Your mother said as she faded away.

You sighed deeply allowing your body to relax against the cold ceramic tiles as your body mind suppression seals slowly reset themselves concealing the various scars and burns covering your body.