His second chance at a happy life

Unnerving

Entry 89,

Why is there always more I don't know?

I sigh. Looking at my blog, it's been the only thing to keep me sane, but now I don't know what to type. How can I type that the guy I like and have known for a good while now has been lying to everyone about who and what he is? How did he even manage it I met him when I was fifteen?

"So, you're coming to a party with me." Ellie came into our first-class hair down for once in a baggy gray sweatshirt. I found it was her brother Jesuses' who was in a "comma" (She uses quotation every time someone asks about him because she knows the truth we both did, only she can't see them, she hears the voices and, like me, has been dealing with spirits) sitting down next to me tossing her bag around her chair. I blinked at her.

"What?" Getting her books out, she looks at me with a big smile on her face,

"My parents are throwing their forty-fifth anniversary party. They said I could bring a friend, so this Saturday I invite you and Gigi to the celebration at 6:30pm, (some banquet hall name I can't remember) wear a dress." I laughed. I didn't wear dresses. Sitting straight up, "Wear, A, Dress." She repeats. I sigh and look dead at her too,

"I, Don't, Own, One." I said slowly, stone face, and she just smiled again,

"Glad you said that, Gigi said I can take you shopping with me at the mall after school today and don't worry I know how to find deals and cute things. My shirt, three bucks." She laughs. I shake my head.

"No."

"Please, Emilio is bringing a friend and I don't want to be suck with my mom she has old people's taste." She bugs her eyes, "Please!" I sighed Mrs. Sanchez was a sweet but true Mexican momma, and she tasted well. It was clear as day she was raised in Mexico.

"Fine."

School ended, and we headed to her house down the street. Her brother was in 11th grade already, so he was walking from high school without his sister bugging him. Ellie's house was where I met Trevor for the first time.

"Trevor, this is Sammy."

"Samantha" I muttered.

"Sammy, Trevor." Ellie introduced us. I nodded, not able to not look at him. Ellie told me nothing about the person, but he was humming. I don't mean the mouth hmm-hmm, I mean there was a physical humming from his skin. I couldn't seem to find my voice and I stood there for a second just gawking at him.

"Samantha?" He said gently, as if I was a scared animal.

"Y-Y-yeah." I took a breath and my body stopped shaking. "Yeah." I cleared my voice, one blink, two blinks, three blinks, it was gone. Emilio was next to him, so in a shaky voice I asked,

"How are you doing Emilio?" Emilio was having problems with his twin being possessed by a parasite. It was otherworldly. When it first happened, they were seven. One day Jesus just didn't wake up. So, their mom tried to figure out what was wrong and took him to the doctors, the physiologist. Nothing helped, my Gigi had heard about it, "threw, the grapevine." So, she says, about three years before my arrival and has been doing everything she can to help him, but her magic was never right after my mother passed. At least that is what she says; so, he was stuck in limbo, but he was safe. Since then, she has treated the Sanchez family like her own.

"I'm fine, I'll be back. I have to go see Jesus." We understood as he left up the stairs.

"Either of you want something to drink?" Ellie asked, setting her bag down.

"I'm fine thanks." I said.

"I hear lemonade? Yes, okay, make yourself at home." She headed straight to the kitchen. I stood for a second then headed to the living room. Trevor was right behind me.

"Have you known them long?" I shrugged,

"A few weeks. You?" I tried making conversation.

"Sort'a." I scratched my eyebrows. He hums again. I blink three times, gone, blink again, blink another three-time gone. I started to get a headache. "Are you okay?" He asked.

"Yeah, I'm good." I rubbed my temples slightly. He moved over from where he stood,

"Let me." He didn't get that close but ever so lightly, pressed his index and middle finger to the temple, then it was gone, the pain just disappeared. I smiled slightly,

"Thanks."

"Any day." He gave me a bright smile. I squirmed in my seat. He looked and seemed out of this world, but gentle in some way I could never explain. He moves to a seat in the love seat. Ellie came in with a tray of yellow-filled glass.

"Mira." It's the Spanish word for look. It sounds like (me-da). She did her best to make it to the coffee table and followed with, "Mi abuela gave me her favorite tray!" She was so excited and at the time I could not figure out why, 'It's just a tray?' I thought about taking my glass from her, but I smiled,

"It's very beautiful, so colorful, the flowers are so bold, is... is that glass?" I asked, looking at it closer. She nods with a huge smile.

"This is the only time I am ever going to use this." She laughs, "But I had to show you! Isn't it amazing?" She was squealing with joy. After handing Trevor his glass, She quickly goes and puts it away in the display case. Emilio comes down as Ellie returns with a slum face,

"Can I talk to you Sammy," She says, walking to the entrance of the house. I quickly got up to follow passing Trevor, who gave a kind smile, I (hopefully) gave one back. "I... I can hear Jesus." She whispers, pacing back and forth in the front space. "Is... is he." She doesn't finish, but she didn't have to. I take a breath trying to go to my teaching from Gigi.

"No," I responded hastily. "He is just here." I silently ran up the stairs in my socks. Thanks to their carpet stairs, I got up the stairs with no sound. I turned to Jesus' room. He wasn't there, his spirit anyway.

"Bathroom." Ellie says in a quiver behind me. I turned to the bathroom down the hall. There I found him in the mirror.

"Jesus? Can you see me?" I asked in a hushed tone.

"Yes." Responded Ellie, as Jesus mouth open. He was scared. It was clear he looked beyond terrified but managed to say,

"He's coming." Rapidity then, "Blue." Lastly, "Help!" Ellie, in tears, now looked at me. I breath,

"Go get your brother, I'll help him, don't worry, everything will be fine." I looked at Jesus, "Come to me," I commanded almost. He obeys, reaching for me, again thinking back, to my lessons, which, for the life of me, weren't coming to me. I need a word, a foreign word, Greek maybe, "Ánoíxe." Nothing, Icelandic? "Opiõ." Not. That, either, okay lore? "Åpen, Atuets." Norwegian and Latuian, one of them, maybe even both cause a wrinkle in the mirror like the time in the gym. I used the word open to create a portal, just a small one between realms.

"Ven acá." Come here in Spanish. He went to the mirror. I reached for him, he became surrounded by some form of smoke. I know I didn't create it. It had pulled him out and towards his body. There was a gasp. I finally turned and saw Trevor in the doorway with a smile with what I thought was proudness? I didn't know why he never said anything about it either, he just said,

"Their mom was home and Jesus woke up, so they wanted to take him to the hospital. I told them I can walk you home." I nodded my mouth slightly and could adjust. I had to blink, one blink of smoke, two blinks of gray shadow, three blinks, nothing. I breath.

"Okay, wait for me by the door, I'll be right there." I walked past him without a response.

"Ellie?" I tapped her shoulder. She spins and hugs me fully crying.

"Thank you!" She moves, whipping her face, "Thank you and Gigi, Thank you, he's okay, shaky but okay. He, we, thank you." Mrs. Sanchez hugs me, kissed my head, says thank you, and we'll see each other soon and be safe. I nodded, watched them leave, then called Gigi, told her I was on my way home with a friend and that I had a lot to tell her. I used their spare key to lock their front door. After putting it back, I left with Trevor in silence. I tried to think of something to say, but my mind kept wondering about the incident in the bathroom. I was trying to get my thoughts together as Gigi always tells me to do, so I could tell her clearly what happened, and I could learn to identify classification level. But this was nothing like that and my mind was shifting through lessons so that I forgot to pay attention to where I was walking and almost ran into another person. If it wasn't for Trevor I would have.

"Thanks." I muttered, going back to shifting. I think I heard him laugh, but I can never tell clearly anymore. Lesson from a month ago portals we began shortly after I saw the pale man. There are other powerful beings that might be a high-class-level spirit or something different. Internally, we are not sure if there are not many of my type of person. However, we all know one another in some weird way, like with Ellie's family, at least two of nine have some part of a curse, power, or magic in many different forms. From what I have learned in my history lessons Gigi gave, I have no idea how she got all this information, and she never told me. Right portals I try to focus back on task. Foreign word, it was either,

"Have you thought through it all?" Trevor poked my head. I almost scowled but fought back. I do not know him. I can't trust him.

"Excuse me?" I took a step away from him. Three blocks from my house.

"You were focusing pretty hard there. I thought since you had calmed down you had figured out whatever it was, and we could talk a bit." He hadn't asked what I was thinking or what happened at Ellies house. It was like he focused on certain things that caught me off guard at first.

"Live with Gigi?" He asked first after I decided to talk a bit. Two and a half blocks away.

"Yeah, she is amazing." I muttered, staring ahead of me and not at the two dead girls across the street to my left, but no girls I looked around, they were always there every day. Two blocks.

"Does she still have the house covered in trinkets and what-not?" I nodded with a small smile.

"How is she?" A block and a half.

"She's okay, a strong woman." I laughed, "Honestly, if it wasn't for her hair I would think she was in her thirties not fifties..." I stopped half way. Buzz... I felt the hum this time like a buzz on my skin. I looked at him. A clear wave came off his whole body. Blink one, light wave, Blink two, a haze of the wave, blink three gone. He looks at me,

"Are you okay?" I breathed,

"Y-yeah." I adjusted my bag. "Gigi has something unique about her way of life." He nodded,

"Ellie said you two met during the after-school clean-up?" I looked away.

"Um, yeah, righting wrongs and all that," I muttered. Another nod.

"Where did you come from?"

"Colorado." Wasn't a lie, although it wasn't the truth either. He mutters a hmm. A block.

"What was your old school like?" I shrugged, I could answer that I didn't go to it.

"Was it nice?" I didn't answer, the beatings the last women that took me in had left marks on my body that I wasn’t able to go without questions from the teachers, so I had skipped most days. I will never forget. That b***h. "Samantha?" I breathed.

"Sure." I mutter. Half a block. He went silent. I couldn't dare to look at him. Not with thoughts causing me to lose my shield, I felt like crying. I started counting the squares as we passed. Starting at the end of the block, there were four houses left to mine. Twenties-four squares. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven. The wind takes my hair and tangles it around me. Gigi says to grow our hair long but my long, wild, problematic hair keeps breaking brushes always getting in the way. It’s why I cut in after my first fight at the fourth pit-stop. I get my hair tied, shuffling my hair into a high pony-tail. Fifteen, sixteen, seventeen.

"Let me." He moved behind me, stopping us in our track. Eighteen. Then he took my hair tie and glided through my knots effortlessly.

"Do you have sisters?" I think I asked. This time I know he laughed,

"You could say it's something like that. All done." He moves away. Nineteen, twenty, twenty-one, home. We got to Gigi's apartment building. Her was the one you could get to from the side, so we walked around the last four steps.

"Thank you." I rushed out, opening the screen door and steel door, then practically ran inside. That night, I stayed up all night chanting calming spells Gigi had taught to help me sleep, but the later it got the chants might have differed in just the slightest that I swear I saw black wings in my window before falling asleep at five in the morning.