November 6th

Dear Journal,

                   My name is Karma Blitz and I’m a blood born necromancer. This would be all fine and good if I had known my whole life but no at the tender (strange) lazy days of my late twenties- this truth was revealed to me. I had been struggling my entire life as a reluctant psychic. I don’t want to be a psychic. I don’t want to talk to the dead, move things, see things or even get an idea what my birthday surprise will be. Despite what the movies and films say, being a psychic fucking sucks. I jockey a cash machine for a living and doing so would be a whole lot better without feeling people’s thoughts and emotions. All the time, living a secret double life. I may hate what I am at times but regardless, I can save lives. So, to me, the pain and suffering is worth it. To save a life, is something.

                   Tonight, I made a decision. It had been a long time night of drinking, blurred faces and music that I’ll never be able to recall. I sipped on my drink lightly making conversation while the weeks events were playing back in my mind. I politely left my friends who could have a clue about what I do in my spare time. I read over the romantic sweet nothings from a love far away. My handsome man always spoke his truth with his heart. As I shut down my phone I envied such a quality but that’s why he was in my heart in the first place. I gave my regular fair wells to my friend and was walked to my car.

                    The dusty clouds whispered across the moon and stars that left trails of dew over the cars and trucks strewn across the muddy lot. I slipped into my car and turned up “Country song” by Seether. Heavily gelled strands of my hair fell into my face. It felt good to slip into the darkness of quiet roads as music flowed through me. A few stops signs and green lights later I eased gently into my parking spots and turned off my car. When I had left earlier tonight I had given little thought to what I was wearing or my surroundings. Yet now, everything seemed to loud and vibrant.

                   Stepping out of my car a cold breeze caught my brown coat. It had been an eerily unsettling quiet that had wrapped itself around the town. Cemeteries where far on the outside of town and all the dead lain to rest. Sound of my high heeled boot steps didn’t have an echo to keep itself company it just sounded hollow like the ticking of a clock. My clock. I knew time was running out but I didn’t know why. I took a deep breath at my apartment building door and peered around the area. Old habits die hard I guess. I live on the third floor in building built sometime in the 1800s.

                   I craned my head to look up at the building. It was home. I crawled up the stairs and caught my reflection on the second floor. It hadn’t even occurred to me what I was wearing or what I looked like. I was in such a rush to get out that I never noticed. Jesus, I almost looked like Anita Blake. I had on a long fitted soft leather jacket, knee high buckled boots, dark blue jeans and a black v-neck tee shirt. The only difference is that I was sporting gold hoops and several lairs of multi-colored pearls. My make up was mostly black with warm earth tones. Anything else would have looked strange on my pale complexion.

                    I turned away from the mirror and tried to ignore the lingering changes going on within. I felt that there were surrounded with entwined vines surrounding my life. I didn’t want to tell anyone. I couldn’t but as fate would have it, it was my grandmother would decided to clue me into the truth. A blood born necromancer, I laughed lightly as I opened the door to my apartment. Like the words “blood born” make me feel any better. Is it supposed to make me feel better that I was born this way? My grandmother said, “You don’t have a choice, you will be as we all were. There is no say.” I wish I could have walked away, I wished I could have slapped her and I wished that somewhere in my heart I could have ran. But it’s pretty to run away from someone who has been dead for over 20 years.