ZENOVIA

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I shut the front door as I sighed in relief that I was finally home, alone. In my safe place my comfortzone. My social battery was low. Code red is kind of low. I shouldn't have agreed to go for drinks with Samantha when I knew that my immune system worked with a social battery, which was tiring. When I went out with the few friends I had, I usually returned home mentally tired instead of physically tired. I just wanted to stay in my cocoon alone and read something but I knew that wasn't very possible since I always had unwanted guests.

From the inside, I was screaming.

I removed my outside shoes putting on my fluffy slippers, a habit I stole from Korean dramas that I was obsessed about. I cast a glare at the woman statue with three faces that were blueish grey with six arms, four of them carried the four elements of the earth and one had a snake around it and another one carried a dagger. One would think it was a beautiful valid woman statue perfect for decoration, but I would beg to defer.

I ran my fingers through my thick hair forgetting that I didn't have the sort of hair where I could easily run my hand through, I flinched when they got stuck there. I threw my bag on the couch heading straight to the kitchen. The first thing I did was open the fridge checking for eatable snacks since I was dying of hunger.

 I drank on an empty stomach which wasn't good, the reason being that work was busy as a bee today since it was heading towards the end of the week, which meant a full house which also meant not having much time to eat. During the closing time while I was preparing to go home. 

So I would have time to maybe make myself something to eat since we closed around 9 pm. Samantha grabbed me by the arm dragging me saying 'Today was extremely drowning and stressful with all the drunk Horny men we need our stress relief' she didn't even give me the chance to suggest heading home. She objectively pulled me away from my suggestion to the nearest café and we drank until...

I wasn't sure what time we decided to go home. However, we both took a cab since we were both wasted. Nevertheless, I was certain that right now it was almost midnight by what the kitchen clock reads.

Which was very bad for me by the way.

"Ughh" I growled banging my forehead against the door of the fridge. Then took another look for food. I sighed as I realized that I didn't have much to eat. Since my grandma died, I haven't had much of what you could call homely food. I worked a lot and I also struggled to keep a social life so I was barely home and I never had time to cook. I ate outside with my best friend Camila and sometimes Samantha.

I missed my granny and her cooking. Her cooking was heavenly in a way that heaven couldn't even compare.

I felt my heart tighten aching due to the remembrance of her death

I took a bottle of water and then closed the fridge.

"AHHHH!!" I screamed in shock as I saw a bright figure standing behind the fridge dropping my bottle in the process.

"What the fuck Sandy???" I yelled as I realized who it was. Sandy the friendly ghost.

"Sorry Zenovia... I didn't mean to scare you " she quickly apologized. I bend down picking up my bottle "No, it's okay" I said, no it wasn't but what could I say. "Just don't do that again you know I don't cope well with jump scares" I muttered sighing as I drank from the bottle, " Yes, I'm aware I apologize"

Sandy was one of the ghosts I grew up seeing...

I possessed a lovely wonderful 'gift' of seeing the dead. Dead as in Ghosts. It wasn't something to brag about after all it made living difficult. It was a burdensome gift to have. Being a child that was able to grasp a blood-curbing soul or spirit was rather traumatic and never really forgetful.

What was even dreadful was that the spirits could tell nor sense that I was part of their world or so that's how my granny would put it. Attracting them to me, making them hunt me wanting to pass messages to their loved ones or help them crossover to the other side. That meant I had to fight for my soul half of the time while at least helping them crossover. Humans were sly foxes even in the dead.

Nonetheless, my grandmother was a witch and she made me an amulet that prevented that from happening and taught me many ways to have the souls and spirits leave me alone. However, that never kept them away, they still lacked from time to time.

Regardless, not all souls or spirits were dreadful. Some were nice and understanding in a way, Take sandy for an example. She was one of the good guys or ghosts. I grew up seeing her and she was the only ghost that didn't try to do me harm, in fact sometimes she saved me from the evil spirits.

I grew fond of her presence in my life and my grandma said I should start considering her as a guardian angel but angels weren't dead souls so... I guessed I had to look past the fact that she was a dead soul.

So here we are in the kitchen. I leaned against the counter drinking water "So how was work today?" Sandy asked, in an attempt to start a small conversation, " Work was working." I answered after I swallowed, "It was busy tonight" She just nodded staring at me, "Is that the reason why you are late?"

"No... not really..."I shook my head, "I went drinking with Samantha my work friend" I told her honestly, "Since you are always lacking around me in the shadows you should be aware of who Samantha is"

"I'm aware who Sam is...." She trailed, "Okay then"

"But you came home after midnight..." She continued, "What?" my drunk brain was having difficulties picking up the motherly tone Sandy was using with me but as I focused on her facial expression, I noticed it. The worried expression she wore.

Now, why would she look like that?

"Sandy I'm always home late..."I trailed frowning, "Yea but this time it's different"

"How even? "I raised a brow,

"You are going to be 19 the day after tomorrow" She referred to my upcoming birthday that I had forgotten about, "Oh yea..." I took another sip of water slowly sobering myself up "I had forgotten about that" I uttered honestly, "It's also Halloween so..."

"I'm begging you Zenovia..." She said, her tone laced through with concern, "Don't stay outside until late these coming few days... It's the full moon"

"Is it?"

She sighed...then vanished.

"Oh okay," I placed my bottle on top of the counter and then headed to my room.

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