Medium

A/N.

Hi guys :)

I just want to tell you that English isn't my first language so there will be some mistakes but not too many I hope.

Happy reading and much love to you all :)

Tina

“I don’t understand why we can’t go out and have some fun,” Scott whines.

“I told you; I’ve got a client coming in half an hour,” I say while rolling my eyes.

“It’s not fair. We’ve been cooped up here forever. Why don’t we go anywhere anymore?”

“Because you’re a pain in my ass,” I point out.

He sniggers behind me. Then he appears in front of me. “I promise I’ll be nice.” I scoff. “Yeah right.” I sometimes allow Scott to come with me when I go out but it’s getting less and less because he likes to play tricks on people, and I always get the blame.

You see, Scott is a spirit.

I’m a Medium so I often see them around. That’s why I go out less and less because it can sometimes be too overwhelming. As soon as a spirit finds out that I can hear and see it, it just won’t shut up and I have enough of that with one of them in my house. I can get them to go away and shut off the communication, but it usually gives me a headache. It can be worth it to get some peace and quiet, though.

I make some tea and take it into the living room. As I’m arranging it on the coffee table, there’s a knock on the door. I take a deep breath and go out to open it. In front of me is a blond woman looking nervous as hell so I give her a soft smile and say, “hello. You must be Darla. I’m Emma. Come in.” I immediately see a man appear over her shoulder.

I always use my client’s first name. It’s more informal and it can make them more comfortable. Plus, my boho kind of decorating makes them relax a little too.

Without saying anything, she slowly walks inside my house, and I lead her into the living room. “Please sit down.” She looks around the room, uncertain where to sit, so I say, “sit wherever you’ll feel comfortable.” She chooses a chair, so I sit down on the couch and give her a soft smile. “Now. What can I help you with?”

She looks around nervously before she says, “I-I usually don’t believe in this... Stuff, but weird things are happening in my house...” I give her another soft smile and ask, “what kind of things?”

“Well... Glasses are knocked over. There are banging sounds and I sometimes feel like there’s some kind of electric charge in the air. I can’t explain it.” She looks at me with a little fear in her eyes, so I give her yet another soft smile.

“It’s perfectly normal. Spirits can be tricksters if they want to, or it can be a sign that whoever it is wants to get in contact with you.”

“Who are you,” I ask the spirit. His eyes widen. “You can see me?” I nod, so he says, “I’m her husband. Please tell her I’m alright.” I look at the woman with another soft smile on my lips. I could say that her husband is floating over her shoulder but that just freaks people out, so I don’t. Instead, I say, “there’s a man in the room who says he’s your husband.”

Her eyes widen. “J-Jared?” I nod. “He wants me to tell you that he’s alright...”

“And that I’m just trying to protect her.”

“He says that he’s just looking out for you. You have nothing to fear from him.”

Tears pool in her eyes so I give her yet another soft smile. “You could call him a guardian angel watching over you.” She sniffles and asks, “is it him that does the banging?” I look at him and he looks a little embarrassed as he nods.

“Yes, it is,” I say. “Sometimes they can get frustrated and make noise because they want to be heard, but it’s nothing to be afraid of.”

She sniffles again. “Will you tell him that I miss him? I miss him so much.” A tear rolls down her cheek, so I give her a box of tissues. I have a whole drawer full of them.

“He already knows,” I say as I give her an empathetic smile. “I can come to your home and do a cleansing if you want me to?” The husband quickly shakes his head. “Please don’t...”

That’s the part of my job I hate the most because that means I have to send the spirit to ‘the other side’. I have no idea where or what that is. Heaven? Nirvana? I just know they will never be heard from again, but I still do it because it can be hard for the mourning person to move forward if they know their dead loved one is with them.

“What’s a cleansing?” she asks.

“It’s where I help the spirit move on to heaven.” I always say heaven because people always want to believe that their loved ones go there when they die. It puts them at ease.

“No, I...” She starts to cry before she says with a shaky voice, “I can’t live without him.” I gently put my hand over hers. “Okay. If you ever get ready, you have my number.” She nods through her tears.

The séance goes on for half an hour before we say goodbye. After I’ve closed the front door, I lean up against it and sigh. Séances can be hard on the soul. Hearing about people’s losses and the empathy I have for them can drain my energy.

Scott appears next to me. “Well, that was an easy one.”

“Yeah, but still.”

He gives me an understanding smile. “How about you call Aliyah and have a night out?” I sigh again. It would actually be nice to get out of the house. To dress up and have a drink.

“Alright, but you’re not coming with me!”

He rolls his eyes and says, “fine, fine. I’ll leave you alone.” He disappears somewhere to sulk, making me roll my eyes myself. Then I take out my phone and dial Aliyah’s number.

“Hey, Emma, what’s up?”

“Hey, I was wondering if you would like to go out for a drink? I could use an outing.”

“I thought you’d never ask. How about Solinos?”

“Sounds great.”

“Okay. Meet me there in an hour.”

“It’s a date.”

“Oh, and Emma?”

“Yeah?”

“Leave your spirits at home.”

I chuckle.

“I plan to.”

We say goodbye and I hang up the phone before I go up to my bedroom to get dressed. Half an hour later, I finish my makeup, fix my curly, brown hair, take my jacket and bag, and head out the door.

When I arrive at the bar, I quickly spot Aliyah who’s surrounded by men. She’s African/American, a model, and she’s breathtakingly beautiful and a magnet for the opposite sex.

When she sees me, she smiles and meets me at the bar. We give each other a big hug before we sit down on the barstools and order some drinks.

“You look beautiful as always. How are you,” I ask.

“I’m fantastic. And speaking of beautiful, that dress looks great on you. It makes your already amazing blue eyes pop.” I chuckle. “Riiight.”

“No seriously. I’ve always been jealous of your eyes,” she says with a bright smile, making me blush a little. It’s nice to get a compliment from a woman as beautiful as her. “Thanks. So, anything exciting happened since the last time we spoke?”

“Well, actually yes. I got a great new modeling job, and the photographer is sooo cute.”

I chuckle again. She’s surrounded by beautiful people all the time so he must be cute when she says so. She doesn’t date much so I’m crossing my fingers that he’s a sweet guy.

“How about you? Any new spirits?” she asks. I look over her shoulder. She’s had her grandmother as her guardian angel as long as I’ve known her. I just haven’t told her that but I think she suspects that I see something, though.

“No, thank God. I have enough to deal with as it is.”

“Ahh yes. How is Scott?” she asks. I roll my eyes with a smile. Scott absolutely loves Aliyah, and he always plays nice when she visits me.

“He’s annoying as always,” I say. She chuckles and shakes her head. I really love her. She’s never doubted that I see spirits everywhere.

Take this bar for example. At least half of the people in here have a spirit with them so I do everything I can not to look at them or accidentally say something to one of them. I can’t take it if they find out I can see them all. It would drive me bat shit crazy.

She looks at me a little worried as if she reads my mind. “That many, huh?” I shrug before I say, “you know how it is, but I manage.”

“Do you want to go somewhere else?” she asks while she rubs my arm, which makes me smile. “No, I like it here. It’s nothing too fancy.” I clink my glass with hers and take a sip of my vodka and cranberry.

“Yeah, it is a nice place. So, any men in your life yet?” she asks as she wiggles her eyebrows, making me chuckle. “Nah. I can’t cope with that. I have enough on my plate.” She tilts her head to the side and says, “I think it would be good for you.”

“Maybe, but where the hell am I going to find a man who will believe I talk to... You know.”

“Hmm, you have a point. I’ll keep my eyes open for one,” she says as she taps her chin with her finger. I narrow my eyes at her. “Don’t you dare!”

The rest of the night flies by with us having fun. I even flirted a little, which rarely happens so I really had a good time.

We say goodbye in the early morning hours, and I take a cab home. I get the driver to stop at the start of the road that leads to my house so I can walk the rest of the way home and get some fresh air.

My house is at the end of a secluded road with the woods on the other side of it. I like that I don’t have neighbors left and right. People who know about me being an alleged Medium just think I’m a freak, which is why I don’t have many friends.

As I’m walking up the road, it feels like someone is watching me. I look over my shoulder, but I don’t see anything, so I just shrug and keep walking. The feeling doesn’t go away though and as I’m about to walk faster I feel the air get electric and Scott appears in front of me. “You’re home late.”

“Scott-.”

“Walk faster,” he says. I look at him with a frown. “What?”

“Walk faster, now!”

The hairs on the back of my neck stand up and I do as he says. “Don’t look back, just walk.”

Of course, I can’t help myself so I look back and freeze. A big wolf is slowly following me up the dirt road, making my heart beat faster.

“Don’t just stand there. Walk. Now,” Scott almost yells, so I walk faster to the point where I’m running. Is it a good idea to run away from a wolf? Shouldn’t I just stand still? Nope, I’m gonna run like hell!

I sprint up the road in my heels until I reach my house where I take out my keys and quickly unlock the door so I can get inside. Then I slam the door shut and sprint upstairs to my bedroom where I lock myself in.

Sitting down on the edge of the bed, I take off the stilettos while I try to catch my breath. Then I sneak over to the window and pull the curtain aside so I can look out at the road. At first, I can’t see anything, but then I look to the tree line of the woods, and I see two golden eyes looking at me.

I quickly hide behind the curtain and sink down onto the floor. Why is it looking at me and why doesn’t it go away? I know there are wolves in this area but isn’t it a shy animal? They don’t seek out people... Do they?

I peek out into the woods again and luckily it’s gone, which makes me breathe a sigh of relief. I don’t know why I’m hiding in my bedroom. It can’t get inside the house, so why am I hiding here?

“It’s gone.”

I jump when I hear Scott’s voice right next to my ear. “Christ Scott. I told you not to do that!” He sniggers. “Sorry.” I scoff, get off the floor, and as I go into the bathroom, I say, “now, go away. I’m going to change and get into bed.”

“Aww, you’re no fun.”

“Scott. Leave. Now.”

“Fine, fine.” With that he disappears, and I nod in satisfaction before I get changed into my pj’s and head straight to bed where I lie and think about the night. I’m glad Scott made me go out. It was fun. Even to flirt, but that’s all it’s ever going to be. Flirting and nothing more.

It’s as I told Aniyah; I don’t have the energy to find a man who believes that I can see spirits. They just write me off as a freak like everybody else. Except for my clients. They often come back to talk to their loved ones.

I think it’s sad that they can’t move forward in their lives. That they’re stuck. I’m not talking about moving on but just forward. I’m not saying they should forget the ones they’ve lost but it would be good if they could find a new love in their life. They deserve to be loved by the living. Not dwell with the dead.

That’s my life, not theirs.