A Match Made in Hell

My name is Evellynne Gaille Ramora. My birthday is March 27th 1985 which makes me 29 years old. I was born in Providence, Rhode Island. My father, Juan Ramora was a hard working Spanish contractor who turned to alcohol to kill his demons. It killed him when I was 4. I miss my idea of what a dad should've been, but I didn't know him well enough to miss him. The only thing I really remember about him is the way he smelled. My mother, Cathy St. Garron-Ramora is a very weak and wicked Irish woman. I wish I didn't know her. I haven't seen her since I was 17, nor do I care to. She is the one who's responsible for just about every bad thing that happened to me before I left her. I don't even think she's tried to find me. The gene combination gave the kind of body that most girls are scratching each other's eyes out to get. It also gave me beautiful mocha skin, olive green eyes and you guessed it - a mane of firey red curls. My hair is unruly. I've always loved it, but it's only added to the fact that it's always been hard for me to connect with other girls. It also could be the sharpness I got both from the Spanish side and the Irish side. Or maybe it's the fact that I relate better to the dead than living people. When I was 6 I spoke to my first spirit. My dad. He told me I had a Gift, and no matter what anyone else did or said to me - I had to use it the right way. He told me how I could help lost souls and that I had a power that I might never fully understand and develop. I was so happy to see him that I ran and told my mom all about it. The next day she brought me to the RI Children's Psychiatric Ward. I spent 17 days there that first visit because on the 3rd and 11th day I was visited by a child who died there that needed my help getting out. It was about 25 minutes into my first session that they diagnosed me Skitzophrenic with extreme hallucinations. I learned very soon what kind of torture they put the perceived "defective" through in places like that. I saw first hand why a place for children would be called "The Ward." I visited The Ward a total of 13 times before I escaped my first abusive relationship. Hale Carter. A man my mother knew, (of course). I even ran all the way up into the woods of Maine for almost a year to get away from them. I wanted to be free. Free of the abuse, the scape goating, the manipulation, The Ward... Little did I know that the man I had run away to be with would turn out to be much, much worse. Eli James seemed like the perfect prince at first. He took care of me, showered me with gifts. He even protected me from Hale once when we were leaving so I could get away. Until I forgot to tell him I was going shopping with his mother and stayed out too late one night. Even she couldn't convince him I wasn't cheating. He flew into a rage and sent me to the hospital. I narrowly made it out and back to East Providence with my car and my life. I was homeless and broke but I managed to get myself a job, apartment, and back on track. It was 3 months later that I met Josiah William Black - whom I most often refer to as "Jo" in my favorite coffee shop. It was between my little apartment and my job, but closer to my apartment. Its a small and family owned place. They have the best home-roasted bean flavors around - much better than any Dunkin' or Starbucks - and the people are always really nice. I still stop by there when I can, since we moved in together. God, talk about a whirlwind romance. It was 1998. When I first met Josiah it was almost like the first time a spirit spoke to me. At least in the sense that I had never met another person who could see them before... And it kinda freaked me out... I was standing in line in the coffee shop, (I think it was on 5th avenue) when he approached me. "That woman is staring at you." He said. "I think she wants to tell you something." He scratched his head and shrugged while I stared at him, wide eyed. I knew the woman in question was a spirit because she had also approached me before I entered the shop. Her name was Sadie. Well, that and I could read her aura before she even spoke. I can't see the aura of a living person, but a spirit I can. Good spirits have auras that shine and sparkle like the purest white diamonds in the sunlight. They're truly godly and nothing is more beautiful. Confused spirits have a foggy, milky grey aura that is dull, yet still ever-churning. Bad spirits have a thick, heavy black aura. It's almost like death itself is seeping out from around them. It makes my stomach pit up and my neck hairs stand on end. The thicker the aura the more pure, evil, or confused the spirit is. Mostly I have to deal with confused spirits looking to find their loved ones before crossing over, for any number of various reasons. Sadie, who was watching me from the coffee shop window, had asked me to help her find her daughter. She said she couldn't leave (meaning cross over) without checking on her one more time. She agreed to let me "consume my worldly pleasure" (coffee) and we would find the street her daughter lived on. "You can see her?!" I gasped. He nodded. "At first I wasn't sure if you could too or not, but I figured she must look like she's waiting for you for a reason." I just kept staring with my mouth wide open. "I've never met anyone else like me before. I'm Josiah. Do you see the colors too? Man, hers are brilliant. Oh I'm so sorry I never gave you a chance to tell me your name?" He stopped babbling and looked at me hopefully. He was rather handsome. Tall, muscular, with medium length curly black hair. Oh. And the most stunning blue eyes. Screw handsome, he was gorgeous, and talking to me? AND seeing spirits? I must be in Medium heaven. I realized I was still staring at him wide eyed, and opened mouthed and attempted to recover. "Wow... I'm, uh, sorry. I've never met anyone like me either and I'm still a little shocked. My name is Evellynne." I tried to compose myself. "I'm about to grab coffee and then help that woman find the street her daughter lives on so she can check on her one last time and cross over." "That is awfully kind of you miss Evellynne." He winked. "I'd love to chat with you if you'd like to come with me....?" I trailed off. "Absolutely!" he said enthusiastically. "helping spirits with a beautiful woman is my dream job." I laughed at how carefree he was. I had no idea where life would be taking us down the road, but he was so sexy and so sweet. We connected so instantaneously that its almost enough to make me believe we were meant to meet that day. Josiah and I both ordered our coffee and then went outside to sit down at a table near Sadie. "What did you mean by colors?" I asked him. "Do you see auras too?" "Yes." He replied. "The auras I see are colors. Rainbows for good people. The colors are muddy if they're confused but they are brilliant and clear and stunning when the spirit knows it's purpose. On the other hand, I see a slimey, thick blackness around evil souls..." He paused for a second. "Is that what you see?" Asked Josiah. "Sort of but not really." I told him. "I see the most brilliant pure white in good souls. I see the same seeping blackness in evil souls, but I see a foggy, milky haze around confused spirits. Spirits like Sadie, that are trying to find their way home to crossover, or to check on loved ones before crossing. Most gain their sparkle before they cross, but every so often a spirit will shift into evil and either flee to hell or stay, roaming the earth." "Holy sh*t..." he breathed. "So that's how you knew she needed help?" "Yes, that and she had already approached me just before I entered the coffee shop." I chuckled. "Sadie, this is Josiah. He can see you too and he wants to help us." I told her when I noticed she was looking at Josiah with a strange expression. She nodded slightly and I noticed that her aura was starting to clear up and sparkle. She looked sure of her course of action. I knew we were doing the right thing by helping her. At least, I was... I also wanted to know more about Josiah and his colors. I knew other mediums existed but we're so rare that I never thought I'd meet another person with such a similar yet different gift. Especially not one as hot as he is. I could barely believe he bad spoken to me at all, nevermind the fact that I was sure he was feeling the same spark between us that I was. When we got our coffees Sadie told us her daughter's name and address and we started GPSing how far away it was. Thank God she remembered so much. This could be and had been a lot harder for me in the past with limited info to go on. In about an hour and forty minutes we had shown her the way, watched her last goodbye and saw her burst into a ray of diamonds into the sky. It was an absolutely magical experience to watch and it was hands down the best part about my gift. Even Josiah was in awe. I wasnt sure at that point yet how much he even knew about his own gift which turned out to be quite a bit. We went back to the coffee shop and found another quiet table outside to sit and talk, coffees still in hand.... well barely. "That was amazing- I can see why you do it." Josiah told me as we sat down. I shrugged. "I feel compelled to help when they seek me out like that." I told him. "I have since about age 7. The first time I saw one was my dad and the next one frightened me so badly I didn't know what to do." "That's about the same age I was when I started seeing the colors and hearing voices." "Let me guess, you parents killed your childhood with psychiatric visits too?" "You guessed it, miss Evellynne." We both laughed bitterly. Humor was a good coping mechanism but I knew all too well how traumatic those doctors were too a child. Poking, prodding, testing, and scanning. Everyone staring at you like a science experiment. Drugs, Electro Shock, beatings, hypnosis into believing that I was a liar and they were the truthful ones. It was awful. They'd never accept what we are. Only torture, hide, and eliminate us. Even through the bitter memories I think we both could feel the sparks flying between us then as we looked into each other's eyes. The beginning of something beautiful. If we had known how dark it would grow to be would we have turned around? Run, high tailed it away from eachother in opposite directions? Looking back... I really doubt it. We were both too addicted to the idea that we were the same to ever let each other go. When we left the coffee shop, we didn't want part ways yet, so we walked through the park. All the way we were comparing childhood horror stories and times where we'd helped a spirit crossover. It was a lot between the two of us. I learned his full name was "Josiah William Black. He was Greek-American. He grew up in a slumier part of the city than I had. The same part I was previously homeless in. His dad also died when he was a few years older than I'd been so he remembers a lot more about him and it had a serious effect growing up. His mom was also very similar to mine and spent the majority of the time just shoving him in The Ward because he wouldn't stop babbling about colors and the things he'd hear. Josiah wasn't insane though, and neither was I. Maybe we were brought together to save the world... Or maybe we were brought together to bring it down. I can say for sure that we definitely both knew then that we'd make a great team either way. When it started to get dark he asked me if I wanted to have dinner with him. I obliged. The restuarant he picked was amazing - and the food wasn't the only thing I started drooling over. I ordered a small steak with a Cesar salad that was to die for, and it looked like whatever noodle dish he'd ordered was delectable. Speaking of delectable, Josiah was just too perfect for me. We had so much in common. Similar parents and childhoods. Similar experiences with saving souls. Heck, we literally both could see those souls to begin with which was amazing in itself. He was smart, he was funny, he was sweet. I had no idea how hard I was falling for him. And so fast! He walked me home after dinner, holding my hand. Thank goodness that everything in downtown was bunched up all together, and coincidentally, we both lived just on the outskirts in adjacent apartment buildings. Every place we went that day was an easy walk and walking home was easy too. We sat on the curb for quite some time still just talking, and getting to know each other. He described how immaculate the aura colors looked to him, and I told him all about the different versions of diamonds. All in all the first time I met Josiah was amazing after the initial shock wore off. Definitely compares to my first real spirit encounter in a lot of ways. We also had our first date that day, and it was the first time we saved a soul together. Oh, if only I could go back to that first night. If only I could relive our first kiss, on my porch under the sunset. If only I could go back and change what we grew into. Maybe I could've saved our souls too. Maybe I could have saved all the others. Maybe.... But I couldn't think like that forever. No, I had to remember the most important thing here... We make each other whole in a way that nothing else ever could. Not even the spirits. Corruption doesn't change our love or our bond, and nothing ever will.