High-school freshman Nerissa Blane has problems. They're not exactly the same as your average teenage girl's either. Nerissa is adopted and on a quest to find her birth mother. But this story isn't quite so cookie-cutter. Why is she finding her biological mother? Oh, because the voice inside her head is telling her to. Not to mention the fact that Nerissa makes water fountains explode. On accident, of course. Is she just plain mad, or is something bigger really going on?


8. Dreams

A sheer, luminous figure appears out of the darkness. 'Where are we?' I'm thinking. The atmosphere is completely black; the only visible object being the spectral entity. I look to my left and just barely see the outline of Blaze. I grab her arm. 'What is going on?' I send her, using our new-found telepathy. She shrugs at me and we scramble to our feet, realizing we were sitting on something soft, almost foam like.

"It's your bed, nimrod," she tells me, seemingly unfazed by the being in front of us. She senses my fear and gawks with me."Who are you?" Blaze interrogates it. Her. It's a woman. The mass of ectoplasm comes into focus. She just smiles at the question, but her eyes seem sad. She's beautiful still.  I can see that she has soft dark hair, probably brown in life. That is, assuming this thing is a ghost. Her eyes, although sorrowful, are warm. There seems to be something maternal about her. Then it clicks.

"Mom?" The word doesn't feel like it's coming out of my mouth. I try to say it again but she nods. My thoughts seem to be enough.

"Figures," Blaze interjects. She looks confused for a second, but shakes it off. "The one time we get to meet our mother and she's a goddamn ghost."

Our mothers covers her face, in vain I might add. We can still see her crying face through her translucent hands. I reach out to comfort her, but my hand swipes right through her shoulder. She begins convulsing, silently crying her nonexistent eyes out. I shoot Blaze a death glare. She innocently bats her eyelashes at me.

"No, no! It's not your fault," I tell our mom.  She nods and wipes her eyes with her sleeves.

"Why are you here? Now? After all this time," Blaze questions further. "How are you here?"

She simply looks upward in response. In that moment she looked angelic. That's when I noticed her wardrobe. She wore a robe that was whiter than snow. Her skin wasn't just glowing. It reflected light. It was light. There were no halos or wings. No harps or flying naked babies. I knew what she was trying to say. "You were right all along, weren't you?" She nodded, smiling from ear to ear.

"You guys wanna spell it out for me? Sorry I'm not keen on all the hot gossip, but mom never exactly kept me informed." Her lips aren't moving, but the frustration shows on her face. Mother looks indignant now. She crosses her arms and shakes her head. Her mouth moves, but no sound comes out. Then mother looks frustrated! She points at Blaze and pinches her index and thumb together.

"You were little," I tell Blaze. Mother gets on her knees and looks upward, mouthing words to the ceiling with an innocent look on her face, like a toddler. Abruptly she stood and, in the direction of where she previously kneeled, she silently reprimanded the non-existent little Blaze that she had pantomimed. Then she did something that shocked me. She swatted at the air. Even more shocking was Blaze's reaction. Her jaw dropped in complete comprehension. "Blaze, what is she saying?"

"Nothing!" She shouts at me.

"Blaze..." I insist.



"They hit me, okay?! I talked back to the voice only I could hear and the crap for foster parents I had hit me for it!" Her voice is quiet when she confesses,"I remember now. They would always yell at me saying they wouldn't pay to see a doctor if I was crazy. The said they'd just take me back to the orphanage..."

"Oh, Blaze!" I say, trying to wrap her in an embrace.

She pushes me away saying, "It doesn't matter. It was the past and obviously it didn't last long, thanks to her. She must have stopped when she saw what was happening." Blaze directs her next question at our mother. "Why can't you talk?"

She looks upward again, infuriating Blaze.

Blaze interrupts again,"What does that mean?! C'mon, Riss. Fill me in."

"God, Blaze. Our mom was right about God giving us these powers. I guess he sent her to visit us?" I finish questioningly. Mom nods.

"Well, will he send you again? And will you be able to talk next time?" She frowns and shakes her head twice.

"This is the only time we'll be able to see you?"

Mother closes her eyes and crosses her arms the same way a corpse would. "Until death," I translate. She frowns again, but nods.

"Why?" Blaze asks. "He just won't let you? He picks now to be a major d-"

"BLAZE!" I interrupt. Mother seems slightly amused and stifles a silent laugh. Then shakes her head and mouths something to us. "Wait, do that again," I tell her.

"Not... how... it... looks?" Blaze guesses. Mom points to her eye and then shakes her head. What?"Oh. Nix the 'looks' parts."

She mouths the last part for us a few times before I shout, "Works! Not how it works!" Mom taps the ball of her nose, telling us we got it right.

"This is taking way too long," Blaze says. "Is there something you need to tell us or can we just ask you yes or no questions?"

Mother makes a gesture of rolling her hands forward in a way that tells us "Proceed."

Blaze takes this time to ask, "So, this Gina character. She was a friend of yours?" Mother looks like she remembers something. She gets very excited and nods furiously.

"You're here to tell us something about Gina?" Mom looks confused for a second and scratches her see-through head while nodding slowly.

"Should Gina be trusted? We should trust Gina with our lives, right?" Blaze tries. Mother lays her hand flat in the air and dips the sides left and right in a motion that says "Sort of".

"What do you mean 'sort of'?" I ask her. She nods and shakes her head twice. "What?" Then the whole room begins to shutter. Blaze and I look at each other, confused. Mother shakes her head rigorously while making the gesture of an umpire calling "safe". This gesture also means no. Then she indicates her wrist, where a watch should be. "No time." I tell Blaze. Mother waves good bye and blows us a million kisses before we open our eyes.

I look over to find Blaze lying next to me on my bed. "Did you...?" She nods, knowing exactly what I mean. Then we hear the soft padding of feet on the stairs. Blaze's eyes look like plates when I gesture towards the bathroom door. "Go! Go!" I tell her.

"Jesus Christ, Nerissa! You have a bathroom in here too?" Blaze whisper-shouts at me.

I shush her before my mother waltzes in the room. "Jeez, mom. You can't knock?"

"Sorry, babe," she answers. "I was just wondering if you still had those earrings I let you borrow?"

"The silver little hoops with the dangly things?"


"They're right here," I say, grabbing them from the top shelf of my desk.

"Thanks, hun," she says before she kisses me on the cheek and leaves.

I sigh, collapsing on my bed. "That was a close one."


Author's Note:

Hello, my lovelies! Did you miss me? Sorry I've been gone so long. I'll try to publish more now. Thanks for hanging in there.



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