Part Nine – Where refusal is not an option.
It had been a great day until she was off. The guests in the café had been lovely, and Emily and Theo had not talked more about healing or dead people. They had not asked about the people she knew that came in the morning. Lisa was relieved.
She was off at two and went into the street behind the café. Several dead people were hanging around waiting for her to leave the Café.
“Lisa,” a man said behind her.
“You have to help me.” She knew the voice and did not feel like helping.
“Hello, Officer Marques,” she said, turning around.
“How are you?” She tried to smile.
He smiled at her.
“I heard you were working at a café now. What kind of fun are you having?”
“I am having a great time putting all the past work behind me and only working in a café now.”
“You don’t talk to dead people anymore?” He looked surprised.
“Nope, just stopped. I want to be normal, Juan, just normal,” she said.
Looking at him, she saw he had something with his stomach, knees, and neck. She had to use all her restraint not to laugh at this new ability. She was smiling to the point of giggling.
“You have pain in your stomach, knees, and neck,” she giggled.
“How do you know?” he said, getting annoyed.
“Why are you laughing at my pain?”
“It is not you or the pain but this new ability to see if something is wrong with people that has me laughing. It is such a weird feeling, almost like I am an X-ray machine.”
“You are telling me you know how to see anyone’s pains and diseases?” Marques looked like he had just met a ghost.
“Yep, but I will not use it because I am done with that thing. I am only a girl that works in a café now.”
“Can you hear how crazy that sounds? You have to help me. I have a case, and I need help. Only you can help me!”
“Nope, not doing that anymore, Juan. Going normal here” Lisa smiled and started to walk.
“It is a child case he said in a low voice.” He knew she hated when children were hurt.
“Don’t do that to me. I am trying to be normal, Juan, for crying out loud.”
“I would not have come had it not been a matter of importance; you know that, Lisa.” He looked exasperated.
“I have to be back at work tomorrow morning, and I need 9 hours of sleep, but what can I do until then? And mind you. This is the LAST time.” She knew she was going to regret it.
“Ok, let me get the papers in my car,” he said, walking beside her.
She looked back at the door she had come from, hoping no one saw her. She saw nobody.
Once by the car, he took out a file and showed her a murder scene photo.
“This little girl and her brother were killed,” he said, showing a picture of two children.
“We have no idea where the murder weapon is or who did it. Actually, the only thing we do know is they are dead, and someone did it.”
“Can you get in touch with them or anyone else who can help you? God, the universe, or whatever word you use for that heaven thing that helps you.”
“I can try,” she said, looking at the little girl’s picture.
“What was her name?”
“Arianna, she was only four, and her brother, who was six, was called Carlos.”
As soon as she thought can you help? They both came to stand beside her.
“I am the bigger one,” said Carlos when she looked at them.
“How did you get killed?” She asked them in her thoughts.
“It was Mommy,” Arianna said with tears in her eyes.
“She did not mean to, but she thought we had aliens inside us, so she wanted to cut them out. She is not feeling well these days. The weapon is in the freezer because she fears the aliens will take it away.”
“Thank you,” Lisa said out loud and in her mind.
“I am glad I could help you.”
The children disappeared as soon as they had said what they needed to say.
“Do you know if the mom is mentally challenged or sick?” Lisa was trying to convey a message of no evil intent.
“She is a freak show; she thinks there are aliens all over, and the aliens took her kids. She is clearly not all there.” Officer Marques looked like he thought she was insane.
Lisa put a serious face on and said
“I want to ask one thing of you, and you have to make me a promise. Promise me you will make sure she is not just thrown in jail! You will ensure she is put in a hospital because once she realizes what has happened, she will need even more help. Promise,” she repeated before Juan could reply.
“I promise you I will do anything in my power. I promise,” he said, looking all serious.
“She did it,” Lisa said,
“She killed the Children because she thought they had aliens in them, and the murder weapon is in the freezer, but promise me you will have her in the hospital because once she knows she killed her children, she will fall into a hole the size of Spain.”
He looked serious.
“I cannot begin to understand how it feels to be that sick,” he said.
“I know you can’t, but you must help her; otherwise, she will die too.”
“I will, thank you so much,” he said, hugging Lisa.
Lisa was not a big hugger, but she liked Juan. She even knew his wife and children. It was a friend to some extent even though she didn’t really have friends.
She had helped him and went on her way.
“I am not doing any more of these cases,” she hummed to ensure the universe and all dead people heard her.
A long line of dead people followed her on her way home. She had them tagging along when she went grocery shopping, and at her doorstep, she said
“thank you for coming along, but I am going to my own space now, and I am not talking to any of you today. Goodbye!”
A man who walked by looked at her strangely, but she did not care. She wanted to watch Netflix and relax on her own. The work in the café was enough.
Her apartment was her safe place. She did not want any kind of dead people or disturbance. This was her space. After 10 minutes at home, her angel came into sight at the end of her bed.
“Lisa,” it said with such a lovely voice.
“You helped the officer today, and we thank you for that.”
“You’re welcome,” Lisa said and smiled. “I like him but don’t get any ideas. This is the last case I am doing because I am turning normal.”
The angel smiled overbearingly.
“You don’t believe me?” Lisa sat up more straight.
“I believe you try to be more normal, but your mission is still the same. At some point, you will not be able to hide who you are in your soul anymore.”
The angel looked at Lisa and continued.
“We help and support you in almost everything; all we ask is you help when needed.”
“But your kind of support and help is all-consuming, and I am not going down that road. I am really not. I am turning normal, and that is the end of that.”
“Do you even know what normal is?” the angel smiled again, this time with a knowing smile.
“Go away. I am watching Netflix. That is what normal people do, remember!”
The angel went away again, and Lisa sat back, thinking about the words. I know my mission but can’t a woman take a break from assignments? Even the best superheroes take a tea break now and again. I am just on an extended vacation. Maybe even a never-ending break.
Lisa lay in her bed to watch a movie and fell asleep.