Yessica: The Saint of Writing...and Death

Yessica

(I forgot that the last part was supposed to have swearing. so this part should have swearing and other topics)

It was easier said than done to understand what I know. My mom would always tell me that Spirits existed. In order for that to happen, a person has to make a deal with an Original of their choice. I rolled my eyes at Vanessa sneaking into our room from the fire escape. "Cabrona, you are lucky that your parents aren't here." I hissed, clearly annoyed. "No shit, be lucky that they aren't here either. You'd get your ass handed to you." She had a point; my Tia would serve me to the dogs if she saw me by myself.

We had gotten situated, our stories straight, and a round of Mario Kart on. "I'm hungry, Nessa. Do we have any snacks?" I grinned at her, she stuck out her tongue. "We can go to the bodega nearby and get some stuff." I threw my shoe at her. "Alright, let's go!" She threw back my shoe. I took the chance to get my shoes on and some money.

I never liked going out in the summer. Especially if there was no wind and the sun just aimed all of its power to us. My hair was up in a bun; no way I was willing to have it down. Vanessa complained the whole way to the bodega. I smiled and looked around the area. Everything felt familiar, but, at the same time it felt different.

The bodega was small. As if someone said fuck it and stuffed the store to the ceiling with stuff. Behind the counter was a middle-aged man. "Señor León, It's been a long time." I smiled at the man. I wasn't wrong, it had been a long time since I've been in the bodega. When I was younger, I would wander around the store for hours, just to get out of the heat. Vanessa and I would beg León to open up the fire hydrant.

I looked around the two isles. There was a lot of stuff; a mix of Mexican and Puerto Rican related items. I picked up some chips and a candle. I was still curious as to why Vanessa had us take alleys rather than taking the normal streets. I was ready to ask her. I wanted to know. Maybe she saw something? She knew these streets better than I did.

I set the bags I had down on the table. Vanessa copied me. "V, why did we take the alley? We never take the alley. So, why now?" Vanessa didn't answer. She took all of the bags, leaving me with only two. We put them on my bed. I asked again. She ignored me again. I waited for a few minutes, "I'm going to keep asking." She stopped me, "I saw someone....or rather something."

Do you remember those ghost stories that you would read at school? Or in a group? Yeah, ghosts, Spirits. That is what Vanessa saw. She saw a Spirit. Not just any Spirit, but, one that had made a deal with our ancestor. Vanessa has that skill, passed down from her mother. While I had the cool powers, Vanessa was the beacon. The warning sign before anything could hit me. The Spirit had business and Vanessa knew enough to keep me away.

I waited, waited until everyone was asleep. Everyone except Vanessa, who would be my accomplice. It was late, the moon was huge and bright. I grabbed my backpack and we were off. We climbed down from the fire escape. We had to be quick; I had to find that Spirit and find out what they wanted.

We wandered around, ending up on a trail that led to the Hudson. I had a feeling that this is where we would go. I looked up and saw the GWB. It looked huge compared to Vanessa and I. I looked around, "I should've brought my camera. This is a good photo opportunity." Vanessa grinned, "I see it everyday." "Yet, you are still amazed, right?" She nodded.

We sat quietly on a bench by the water. I sighed, Vanessa looked around. She stood up, "Took you long enough. We were waiting. I stood up and looked at who she was yelling at. "You walked me home."

It's hard to tell a Spirit from a normal human. Maybe I should've paid more attention to the slight glow of his skin. Or the bright blue eyes, even though his eyes could've been a different color. Or the fact that he had no irises. Any of those facts should've tipped me off. But, Spirits can appear human. It's difficult to anyone else. But, for Vanessa and I, well it should have been easy.

Vanessa continued to yell at him. I let her, it was better than her yelling at me. I sighed and sat back down on the bench. "Why are you here?" I finally said something. It was enough to stop Vanessa's tirade. The Spirit looked up. "I'm here to help you. You have a mission." I glared, confusion settled in my brain. "What did she tell you?" He shook his head. "I can't tell you. I don't even know." Vanessa groaned, "What use to us is that?" He shrugged, "I'm just here to keep an eye on you. That's my job." I nodded, "Fine. We have to head back. Follow us if you want. But, we should hurry home." Vanessa nodded, "It's already passed midnight." We started walking in the direction we came in.

I hated my sleeping schedule. I was used to waking up early enough for a shower and breakfast. It meant going to bed early. I groaned, getting up and dragging my body to the bathroom. I almost screamed when he appeared. "Hi, good morning!" I glared at him, "Too cheerful for the morning. Whatever your name is." "It's Jude." I looked up from brushing my teeth, "What?" "My name is Jude." He looked down. I sighed as best as I could. "Give me thirty minutes to shower and change." He disappeared, who knows where he went? I didn't care. The only thing I cared about was the warm water of the shower.

When I was finally changed, he appeared again. "Shit! You scared me!" He grinned, "Sorry?" "Sorry doesn't almost give me a heart attack, Cabron!" I sighed, drying my hair with a towel. "So, what's the plan?" He looked away, "Well, have you ever heard of Lin-Manuel Miranda?" I nodded, "Yeah he's the guy who wrote that award winning musical about the dude on the ten." He nodded, "Well, I saw him and something seems...off." I tilted my head, "Off? What do you mean by off?"

(Yay we're getting somewhere. The next chapter will be a flashback and some exposition on what's going on.)