the tombstones gave away the purpose of the location.
I tended to avoid cemeteries with the same fierce determination I used in avoiding coleslaw, relationships, and exercise.
“Why have you brought me here?” I practically choked.
He switched the ignition off and turned to me. “We’re getting rid of that block, and the best way to do this is by overloading your system.”
I gripped either side of my seat, refusing to look at him. “You can’t be serious. Do you have any idea how awful it feels to be summoned by one spirit let alone a few hundred. I won’t be able to handle this.”
He lifted my chin, forcing me to look at him. “I know this is not going to be pleasant, it might even be painful, but you will never lead a normal life if you have no control over these summonings and no way to assimilate into the spirit world within an acceptable time frame.”
He stepped out of the car while I remained rooted to my seat. If he thought for one second that I was going to enter that awful looking cemetery, he had seriously misjudged my character.
I’m not a brave person and I’m no hero, nor am I the kind of individual who’s eager to jump out of her comfort zone. I’m simply a freak who gets paid by a crummy newspaper to speak with spirits. Not a glowing recommendation as far as dating went, but seeing as how I’d given up on that social activity, I saw no reason to aspire to loftier goals that might involve a better paying job or possibly landing an actual boyfriend.
I am a shallow individual. Shallow, shallow, shallow.
I sang that mantra in my head over and over again as I heard the passenger door open and felt Miguel gently tug my hands from either side of my seat.
“You must not be afraid, querida. I will be with you the entire time.”
“I am not getting out of this car.” I gave him a chilly glare, daring him to make a move. I would so take him down if he even tried forcing me out of this vehicle.
Before I had time to react, Miguel grabbed me around the waist, pulled me forward and then effortlessly swung me up and over with my stomach landing across his shoulder.
Well, so much for my non-existent ninja skills.
I immediately began beating his back with my fists.
“Dammit, Miguel, this is not a game. Do you understand me? Do you have any idea what could happen if too many spirits attempt to contact me at once?”
Miguel leisurely strolled toward the front gate of the cemetery as if my weight and my wild flailing didn’t affect him in the slightest.
“I take it this has happened before?”
“Yes, when I was twelve!” I shuddered. My grandfather had passed away and the visit to the cemetery where we laid his body to rest had been the most traumatizing experience of my life.
“And when you were bombarded by these spirits, what did you do?”
"My body shook so badly that my parents thought the summoning had caused a seizure. They did everything they could to bring me out of it, including spraying me with a hose." I freaked out just thinking about it and increased my efforts to get out of Miguel’s grasp.
I thought I heard Miguel tsk in disapproval. “Barbaric and completely uncalled for. However, it lends credence to my theory.”
“Theory?” I tried to push up off his shoulders but fell forward when Miguel lightly leapt over a small bush.
“Your block is all mental,” he continued. “That experience scared you so thoroughly that you now subconsciously fight against the summoning, lengthening the process. I suppose we cannot blame your parents for their ignorance. In truth, we must thank them for their unconditional love and patience in the face of such a bewildering situation. They could have just as easily placed you in a psych ward when your abilities began cropping up and left you alone for the rest of your life.”
“Wow! Thanks for that. Has anybody ever leveled with you on how much of a complete and total jerk you are?”
“Not to my face.”
“Put me down, and
I tended to avoid cemeteries with the same fierce determination I used in avoiding coleslaw, relationships, and exercise.
“Why have you brought me here?” I practically choked.
He switched the ignition off and turned to me. “We’re getting rid of that block, and the best way to do this is by overloading your system.”
I gripped either side of my seat, refusing to look at him. “You can’t be serious. Do you have any idea how awful it feels to be summoned by one spirit let alone a few hundred. I won’t be able to handle this.”
He lifted my chin, forcing me to look at him. “I know this is not going to be pleasant, it might even be painful, but you will never lead a normal life if you have no control over these summonings and no way to assimilate into the spirit world within an acceptable time frame.”
He stepped out of the car while I remained rooted to my seat. If he thought for one second that I was going to enter that awful looking cemetery, he had seriously misjudged my character.
I’m not a brave person and I’m no hero, nor am I the kind of individual who’s eager to jump out of her comfort zone. I’m simply a freak who gets paid by a crummy newspaper to speak with spirits. Not a glowing recommendation as far as dating went, but seeing as how I’d given up on that social activity, I saw no reason to aspire to loftier goals that might involve a better paying job or possibly landing an actual boyfriend.
I am a shallow individual. Shallow, shallow, shallow.
I sang that mantra in my head over and over again as I heard the passenger door open and felt Miguel gently tug my hands from either side of my seat.
“You must not be afraid, querida. I will be with you the entire time.”
“I am not getting out of this car.” I gave him a chilly glare, daring him to make a move. I would so take him down if he even tried forcing me out of this vehicle.
Before I had time to react, Miguel grabbed me around the waist, pulled me forward and then effortlessly swung me up and over with my stomach landing across his shoulder.
Well, so much for my non-existent ninja skills.
I immediately began beating his back with my fists.
“Dammit, Miguel, this is not a game. Do you understand me? Do you have any idea what could happen if too many spirits attempt to contact me at once?”
Miguel leisurely strolled toward the front gate of the cemetery as if my weight and my wild flailing didn’t affect him in the slightest.
“I take it this has happened before?”
“Yes, when I was twelve!” I shuddered. My grandfather had passed away and the visit to the cemetery where we laid his body to rest had been the most traumatizing experience of my life.
“And when you were bombarded by these spirits, what did you do?”
"My body shook so badly that my parents thought the summoning had caused a seizure. They did everything they could to bring me out of it, including spraying me with a hose." I freaked out just thinking about it and increased my efforts to get out of Miguel’s grasp.
I thought I heard Miguel tsk in disapproval. “Barbaric and completely uncalled for. However, it lends credence to my theory.”
“Theory?” I tried to push up off his shoulders but fell forward when Miguel lightly leapt over a small bush.
“Your block is all mental,” he continued. “That experience scared you so thoroughly that you now subconsciously fight against the summoning, lengthening the process. I suppose we cannot blame your parents for their ignorance. In truth, we must thank them for their unconditional love and patience in the face of such a bewildering situation. They could have just as easily placed you in a psych ward when your abilities began cropping up and left you alone for the rest of your life.”
“Wow! Thanks for that. Has anybody ever leveled with you on how much of a complete and total jerk you are?”
“Not to my face.”
“Put me down, and
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