My friend informed me that her aunt had a gift.
I didn’t know it then, but that woman’s gift would end up changing my life.
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Updated 6 years ago,October 2, 2019
I will never forget that summer.
Lucas Pezeta
It was August of 2011.
My friend informed me that her aunt had a gift.
I didnt know it then, but that womans gift would end up changing my life.
You see, Id never had my cards read before.
However, this summer was different.
A year prior, Id had a falling out with a friend.
I missed her, and worried about her often.
Consequently, I had been dreaming of her suicide for months.
So, there I was.
Thats exactly what I did.
She laid out seven cards.
The symbols and pictures on them meant nothing to me, but they told her everything that I didnt.
She asked, placing a cigarette between her lips.
Yes, I sighed, She wasnt exactly my sister, but she may as well have been.
What do you mean?
I asked, shifting uncomfortably in my seat.
I knew exactly what she meant.
She was using you.
But you already know that, dont you?
The woman smiled sympathetically, exhaling a cloud of smoke into the space between us.
She misses all of the things she could take from you.
She pointed to a card on the table.
You were also her scapegoat.
She could blame you for her own shortcomings and faults.
Thats why her mother didnt like you.
That girl blamed her own mishaps and bad ideas on you.
I know, I said, looking at the floor, but I really cared about her.
Yes, I admitted, I keep dreaming that she is going to kill herself.
The woman shook her head, She wont.
She removed herself from your life.
And now, to you, it feels as though she is dead.
Does that make sense?
Yes, I whispered.
She will be fine.
I let out a sigh of relief.
That was my main concern.
However, She picked up the card closest to me, Deathisin your cards.
She examined the cards more closely.
She picked a couple of them up and rearranged them.
Im sorry Darlin, Im not really seeing much else here.
I smiled politely, and reached out my hand to shake hers and thank her.
She narrowed her eyes and stared at me through the cigarette smoke lingering between us.
I see needles, She said, Did you recently get a tattoo or a piercing done?
Do you or someone close to you have Diabetes?
Do you know someone who is into heavy drugs?
One of my other friends, Hannah.
But she said-
Shes clean.
The woman finished my sentence for me, still holding my hand.
Im sorry Darlin, but that just isnt the truth.
What do you mean?
I dont want to startle you.
With the shift of the seasons, when the leaves begin to change.
I asked, trying to keep my composure.
Tell her that you know she isnt clean.
Tell her that in the fall, September maybe, she is going to get a really good batch.
It will be stronger and purer than anything she is used to.
Tell her to take it slow, to divide it in to smaller portions than she normally would.
Because she wont see it coming.
I shook my head and pulled my hand away.
I dont know if she will believe me, or listen.
If she actuallyisclean, I dont want to discourage her progress by making false accusations of her relapsing.
All you might do is try.
The next day, I told my sister about the reading I had received while at my friends house.
I told her that Hannah was lying to us about her recovery and that she might overdose in September.
My sister decided to reach out to Hannah in the most logical, sensitive way that she could.
Of course, Hannah completely dismissed her efforts.
I appreciate your concern, Love.
Hannah sent multiple heart emojis, followed by, But I am clean.
I promise you that.
At the time, that had been enough.
Hearing from Hannah had been the confirmation that we needed.
She would be fine.
She was clean and going back to school in a few weeks to finish her nursing degree.
She was engaged, and her life was finally falling in to place.
For the first time in a long time, she was happy and healthy.
Nothing could get in her way.
Or so we thought.
I will never forget what happened after that.
I was walking home after class and catching leaves as they fell from the trees around me.
When my sister noticed me, she started running down the street to meet me.
What are you doing?
I asked, as she reached her arms out toward me.
Why are you hugging me?
We only do this when-
When someone dies.
She finished my sentence for me.
I asked, pushing her away from me.
Do you remember what you told me last month?
She wiped her eyes on her shirt.
Do you remember what that woman said?
The one with the Tarot Cards?
I stared at her blankly, trying to recall what she might be talking about.
Its Hannah, my sister whispered.
Finally, I managed to choke out one word.
My sister took a deep breath and looked up at the sky before answering.
It has been 8 years since we lost our friend.
So, Hannah, this ones for you.
