Chapter 8 – Catalyst

L.A. lights never shine quite as bright as in the movies
Still wanna go
There's something here
In the way, in the way that we're constantly moving
Reminds you of home
So you've taken these pills
For to fill up your soul
And you're drinking them down with cheap alcohol
I might be inclined to be yours for the taking
And part of this terrible mess that you're making
But me, I'm the catalyst
(Anna Nalick)

He was broken.

And I can't fix him, there is nothing I can do for Wyatt, except hold him.

The world seemed less bright already with Piper gone.

"Why couldn't I save her, Emily? What is all this power for if I can't even save my own mother?"

"Wyatt, sometimes fate takes hold no matter how hard you try to fight it."

"Fate blows."

"Yeah."

It was dark in his room. He won't leave it. It was a miracle he even let me in, but all he would do after that funeral was barricade himself in his room that was so dark and brood and think. Right now he was clutching me to him and his damp cheek rested on my shoulder.

"I still can't believe it Mills. I feel like she's gonna walk though that door and yell at me for being in bed all day and tell me she doesn't want us together with the door closed under her roof. I just…I can't believe she's gone."

I sniffled, "Me either."

"Left overs are still in the fridge from what she made the night before the…the event. She should still be here. It's not fair. I should have been able to save her or Dad, he's a freaking elder!"

"I'm so sorry, Wyatt." I whispered.

"Don't apologize, ever, for what happened. It wasn't your fault."

"But I had a bad feeling. I almost knew something was gonna happen and I didn't want to ruin the day so I didn't mention it and now look what happened. You should hate me for what I did. You should yell and scream and break-up with me because I was so selfish to want the day to be happy and light that I let the bad feeling go and just let everything go on like nothing was the matter. And it got Piper killed; it got your mom killed. It was my fault. Entirely my fault!" I sobbed.

"Millie, it wasn't your fault. I would never blame you for this."

"But…"

"Shut up Millie," he said and kissed me. Hard and deep, putting everything into kissing me to forget the images. All the blood. The death. The despair.

"I love you so much, you know that right?" I whispered.

"I know, and I love you too."

"I know it doesn't seem like it now, but you will get through this Wyatt. It's always going to hurt, but just know that she loved you and that she is always with you. I know that sounds so corny, but she will be." I cupped his cheek in my hand.

"Someone with enough power could stop this from happening." He mumbled.

"What from happening, baby?"

"Imagine if someone with enough power could get the demons to stop running amuck, and stop killing good people. Someone with enough power to force them to go after the bad guy? Someone to prevent all this mourning and regret and guilt."

"That's a pipe dream, Wyatt. There is no one with that kind of power."

"No, it's gonna happen."

"Wyatt…"

"I'm not losing you, okay. And I almost lost you too. The bastards are gonna know who they'll be answering to if they go and murder the wrong people. Power is something that should entail respect, don't you think?"

"What do you mean murdering the wrong people? No one deserves death in the way they give it. Through energy balls, fire balls, athemes, and god knows what else. I wouldn't condemn anyone to that."

"You know it's just talk Mills, you know to make myself feel better."

"Do I need to worry about you going on suicidal missions after these psychotic demonic killers?" I asked.

"Don't worry babe." He kissed me.

How can I not worry now that he said that? He's gonna go and do something, but the question is what the hell is he gonna do? I can't read Wyatt like an open book it's like he's half closed off to me, he's hiding something from me. Please, Please, Please don't let it be something really bad.