Existence 02 - Predestined

if that is like her ghost. Because I think I saw her ghost.”
    “Yes, it’s like her ghost.”
    I wiped at my eyes. The tears had stopped since the boy had shown up.
    “It’s okay to see souls. It’s not a bad thing. But your mom will never understand it. No one will. If you want to keep from upsetting people you need to act like you don’t see them. If you ignore them then they’ll leave you alone. If you let them know you can see them then they’ll follow you around,” he explained.
    Frowning, I studied him. He seemed to know a lot about this. Did he see dead people too?
    “How’d you know she wasn’t the first one I’ve seen?”
    He shrugged, “I guess you’ve been seeing them for about two years now.”
    My mouth fell open. How’d he know that?
    “Do you see ghosts too?”
    He nodded and a crooked grin appeared on his face. He really didn’t think I was crazy.
    “Yep, I see them.”
    “Can I make myself stop seeing them?”
    He frowned and shook his head. He must wish he couldn’t see them too.
    “So we’re stuck like this?”
    “I’m afraid so,” he replied. “But look at it this way, it makes you special. You can see something no one else can. Think of it as a super power instead of a bad thing.”
    Not likely. I wanted to be able to fly or maybe go invisible but I wasn’t interested in seeing dead people.
    “Pagan! Pagan! PEGGY ANN!”
    My eyes snapped open and Gee hovered over my face.
    “You were not supposed to go to sleep while I went to check out things outside and around the house. But what happens? I’m gone for maybe five minutes and you’re asleep and that creep job is in your head.”
    I stretched and sat up on the couch. I was losing sleep due to these dreams. I couldn’t help it that the moment I sat down I dozed off. Yawning, I shot Gee an annoyed glare.
    “I couldn’t help it.”
    “Well, it would be nice if you at least tried.”
    “This time I’m glad I did. He let me remember something I wanted to remember. It was a memory I’m glad he gave back to me.”
    Gee frowned, “What would that be?”
    “The day of my grandmother’s wake. I saw her. I saw her soul. She was smiling at me because she knew I could see her. My mother, of course, freaked out when I told her about it but I got to say goodbye in a way.” Pausing I directed my gaze to Gee. “Please tell me she isn’t a lost soul. Please tell me Dank just hadn’t retrieved her soul yet.”
    Gee stopped chewing on her thumb nail and shook her head, “Your grandmother has gone on. Dank checked on most all of your relatives. The ones you were close to have moved on. I know for a fact your grandmother’s soul will return soon.”
    I let out a sigh of relief and wrapped my arms around my waist. It was a nice memory. I’d loved my grandmother. Upsetting my mother that day hadn’t been something I remembered fondly but I understood why it upset her now.
    “It was Leif that taught me to ignore the souls.”
    Gee rolled her eyes, “Well, let’s give him a medal of honor for that act of kindness. Since the reason you can even see souls is because of him.”
    She was right of course. Still, the Leif from my dreams was so similar to the boy I had known this past year. It was hard to forget that. Nothing about him felt dangerous.
    “Now, I want some of that chocolate stuff your mom made and I want to watch some more of that show we watched yesterday. I’m exhausted from taking care of your ass. I need some down time.”
    It had been days since I’d seen Dank and Gee hadn’t left my side once. I knew this wasn’t her ideal job and I hated she was growing tired of it. I got up from the couch and headed for the kitchen, “You want soda or milk with your brownies?” I asked her.
    “Milk. It makes those brownies taste better.”
    The excitement in her voice caused me to laugh. I cut both of us a large chunk of brownie and poured two tall glasses of milk. We could comfort eat and watch Gossip Girl while she cackled and made fun of everything they did. The crew from the Upper East Side amused Gee to no end.

    Dank

    I hadn’t seen Pagan in three days. Stepping into her room, I watched her as she brushed her hair. The jeans she was wearing were a little too snug for my comfort. I didn’t handle jealousy well. It would be safer if she wore something a little less sexy. My eyes traveled up from the tall black leather boots she wore to the extremely tight fitting jeans that cupped her ass like a glove.