Moirea

This apartment looks just like mine only less colourful. Lots of brown. I look around and notice that there are pictures of the crying girl from the cafe. She is with a woman in most. Must be her mother. Her poor mother. Her poor dead mother. I wonder if she is like me now.

Things there are books on the table. Cinematography. Lighting is everything. The men behind the camera. I flip threw the pages and put them back. I wonder why I am here. Why I keep running into this girl. Am I here to give her a sign? What could it be? Maybe I should have read the note. I would know what to do.

This girl. Cafe. Dead mother. Crying. Same apartment. She can see me. She can hear me. Where is my sign when I need it? If so who is going to send it?

At that moment I hear screaming from the next room. It sounds like the girl. I hope no one is hurting her. Maybe she is crying again. I walk to the door and notice it is opened enough for me to peek in. I see the girl. There is a man with her. They have no clothing on. She is jumping up and down on him. She is hurting him. Then why is she screaming?

I watch in till she gets off of him and puts on a silky rob with purple flowers on it.

“Money.” Is all she says. The man gets his pants of the floor and takes his wallet out. He hands her money. She counts it. “This is a hundred dollars short Franky. Do I really need to kick the s**t out of you?”

“Is that a threat or a promise, baby?” He starts to grab her hips. She pushes him away. “You cost more than your worth. I pay you what I thought that performance was worth.”

“What? Do you think I'm Walmart. There's a dent in the can you can get it 50% off? Just give me the rest and get the f**k out of here.” She was angery yet her face didn't show it one bit.

“I'm not giving you a penny more you w***e. At first you were a tight little virgin but now your the f*****g grand canyon.” She slaps him across the face.

“You don't talk to me that way. It's not my fault you have a small dick. I don't even care. Just leave and don't even call again. It's worth a hundred bucks to never see you again.” She walks to her makeup table and begins to touch up her nose. The man walks over to her and hauls her on the ground by her hair.

“You listen here you w***e. My dick is big enough for any woman who doesn't f**k every guy in the city. You need to be taught how to talk to your paying customers.” I don't know what to do. Think. Man. Woman. Can't walk threw doorway. No way to stop it. How sad. She is going to cry again. Like last time. She made me leave. She was going to call the cops. Cops.

“I called the cops.” I yelled as I push open the door. The man turns to me shocked. He gets off the girl. “Now leave. This poor girls mother just died.”

“I am so sorry.” He gets up and runs towards me. I move out of his way and he runs out of the apartment.

“Are you okay?” I say, she looks at me shocked.

“You are the girl who disappeared in the cafe. How did you find me? How did you know?” The girl walks towards me then puts her hands on either side of my face. I can't feel it but I know her hands are there. I can almost feel there warmth but not quite. “I can't feel you.”

“Are you okay?” I ask again. I'm not sure what to say to her questions.

“It's like your there. I can see you, hear you but I can't feel you. Can you feel me?”

“No, but I know your hands are there. It's almost just as good as feeling them.” I have never had contact with anyone or anything in the real world. Even sitting on chairs is like floating. They are under me but I have no feeling of the hard wood.

She puts her lips on mine. I seem to feel this more than her hands. It's the closest I've come to feeling in this world. “How do you always show up when I need you? It must be a sign. Are you my guardian angel? Have you seem my mother?”

“I saw you just then. For me I just stepped in to that doorway in the cafe and it took me here.” I say. Her hands are still on my face. I like it. I wish she would touch her lips against mine again.

“No way. So are you like a ghost or angel?” She says, looking straight into my eyes.

“I don't know what I am. I put out signs. This has never happened before. No one from this world can see me.” Who is this girl? “What is your name?”

“My name is Jane. For me, that morning in the cafe happened two years ago. I told some of my friends about what happened so they called me crazy for a while. Some how I knew I didn't dream it.”

“Wait... How did that man see me? No one see's me. How is this happening?” How did that man see me? Was I meant to save the girl? Was this a sign? It had to be. “I think I was sent to give you a sign.”

“What is it? Is it yellow with flashing lights?” she says, taking her hands of my face. I miss their presents already. She takes a smoke out of the pocket off her robe and lights it.

“I think I am the sign. I really can't tell you anymore than that.”

“There is so many questions I need to ask you about the after life.” She grabs my hand and pulls me threw the door way and into the bright light.