Clueless Psychic

Chapter One

I should have listened to my mother; that was my mantra as I ran to save my life. I jumped over fences, rolled underneath cars, and dodged some projectiles tonight. As I ducked behind a tree, I heard a crunching sound directly in front of me. I peered cautiously around the tree to see what it was, and to my surprise, an arrow had lodged itself into the wood. Who uses arrows nowadays? 

I pulled it out of the tree with some effort and dropped onto the rock-covered ground. The state of my jeans was the furthest thing from my mind then. However, it would tick me off later if I ruined my hundred-dollar pair of jeans. 

I stored the arrow away in my bag to inspect it later. Much later - survival came first. The neighborhood dogs' barking was getting closer, meaning whoever was chasing me was getting closer.

It was a cool November night. Visibility was an issue for me since my nighttime vision was horrible. Note to self: find out more about Lasik surgery. I was scared, and I wasn't afraid to admit it. To say I was sweating would be an understatement, despite the weather.

"Your car is west of here. Run!" That was my cue as my sidekick, Lee Ann, came to my rescue. Luckily, I wore my running sneakers instead of my usual high-heeled boots tonight. Getting to my feet, I began to run westward; the "bad guys" were coming from the east. I could feel a cramp coming from my lack of exercise, but I managed to reach my car without collapsing from the lightheadedness I was starting to feel.

I fumbled slightly for my keys, but as soon as I got in the car, I was out of there like a bat out of hell. There was no time to catch my breath. I could feel my heartbeat drumming in my ears from the fear and anxiety I was experiencing.

I weaved in and out of traffic, watching my rearview and side mirrors to see if someone was following me. After making sure no one was behind me, I slowed. I didn't see a need to add to the speeding tickets quickly piling up in my glove compartment. Twenty minutes later, I made it home and finally started to relax. It's funny how twenty minutes could feel like a lifetime when your life is in danger.

I pulled into my garage, sat in my car, and collected myself. I just didn't want to move.I was tired and scared, but I was also pretty pissed off at the fact that someone had just tried to kill me. It wouldn't be the first time, but it still ticked me off. However, it was time to unwind and eventually try to figure out why all this had just happened. My whole life has been one 'why me' after another; I didn't even know where to start.

My career, if you want to call it that, was not your average 9-5. My mother -adoptive mother – told me to go to college and become a lawyer, or a doctor, or anything, really. Hell, she would have been happy if I had just gone to college. Like everyone else in my family, she was skeptical about my gifts.

My name is Catherine Garcia, but most people call me Cat. I'm a psychic: I can see the past, present, and future. I also see ghosts. Well, just the one, really.

Lee Ann, my sidekick, tends to visit me often. Her husband killed her in a fit of jealous rage in 1932, but she's only been with me for about a year now. I've never bothered to ask for any details of her death, nor do I want to.

She is addicted to television now. Her favorite show is Desperate Housewives. I recorded them and let her have a marathon from time to time. I don't mind when she visits, but sometimes I just want to be alone. Tonight would be one of those times.

"Cat, we did a good job tonight," Lee Ann exclaimed as she popped her head through the window above the sink where I was washing a glass. She used to scare the hell out of me at first, but I've gotten used to her sudden appearances.