Chapter 2 Teen Angel
The freeways sounds that were always nearby no matter where one lived in Los Angeles produced a desired hypnotic effect that aided in one’s drowsiness. Cars, thousands of cars produced a nighttime rhythm on the roads. From this not too distant rumble, she quickly fell asleep. The freeway’s white noise faded into the background. Not even an early morning helicopter buzzing overhead disturbed her restfulness. It was not until the cool early morning breeze caused her to shift in bed and into another dimension, when she believed herself awake. However, she was not awake. She knew her room, she was in her room, but the look, and the furniture was different. She saw it all from a different perspective this time, almost as if everything transposed itself from her consciousness. She had been close to this dimension before, but this was the first time she freely entered it. “Who are you?” he asked surprised by Amanda’s sudden appearance in his realm. “Who are you?” Amanda asked in return, “and why are you in my bedroom,” she demanded in an embarrassed and uneasy voice. Her knee jerk reaction temporarily covered her fright at this new experience. “I, I am not sure. I thought I saw a nun for a moment and suddenly I am here. I do not know why. Can you help me?” he asked suddenly panicking, as he felt disorientated. “I do not know if I can help you,” she said recovering a little from her involuntary fright. She immediately thought of the strange and frightful night when she ran onto the Carden’s property and the light whispering sounds she heard at the junkyard garden earlier that week, “But I think I know people who could help you,” she replied trying not to sound as scared as she was. “Do you know your name?” she asked thinking she should start again. How would you not know your name? She thought trying to sort out this new and unusual situation. “No, or I am not sure,” he said and then he looked scared. “All I remember is bright lights, the sound of crumpling metal, shattering glass, and then disorientation. I did not feel any pain and that has me confused,” he added trying to get his mind to work a progression that made no sense. “I will try to help you,” she replied. Strange but she was not scared now, she thought she should be scared, but she was not, maybe because he was the one scared. In the background, Amanda could hear the sounds of a piano concerto, played by a talented musician. As the music became more prominent, Amanda could feel herself slipping away from that scene. “No! Please do not go,” he panicked as the only one he talked to disappeared. “I am sorry,” she said as she sat up in her bed. They did not schedule Amanda for work that Saturday, so it came as a surprise to Horatio and Maritza when she walked into the City of Angles Junkyard as they opened for business. To Amanda’s surprise, there were a number of people waiting for the gates to open so they could wander around the fenced lot. She looked confused and anxious as she approached them. “I had a strange dream last night and I thought you may be able to help me understand it,” she said knowing how strange that sounded. Horatio and Maritza looked at each other and then Maritza spoke, “It has already started.” “What has started,” Amanda responded curiously and a little scared by the way Maritza phrased it. The people entered the lot as soon as Ricardo opened the gates and the silent rush to enter consumed their attention for a moment. “Come with me,” Maritza said motioning Amanda to their small lunchroom where they enjoyed a delicious pizza on Amanda’s first day there. She handed Amanda a fresh cup of coffee and continued. “They choose you when they think you are ready to help them,” Maritza began, she had hoped that they would wait a little while longer and not rush Amanda into this, but she now realized that she had no other choice. She also hoped that Amanda would be receptive to what she had to say. “Who chooses me?” she asked wondering what Maritza meant by that. “The new spirits,” she replied looking for Amanda’s reaction. “New spirits, why did they choose me and why now?” she asked almost in a panic. “They chose you just as they chose us, because you are receptive, open, and open minded to them. You have the ability to venture to a place where they can reach you,” Maritza decided to explain this in bits and pieces as she had done this many times in her long life. It was also easier if the newly gifted receptor heard this from someone as soothing as Maritza was. “I hope I am not alone,” Amanda replied grabbing on to the lifeline Maritza threw her.
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