Once again, I am back to fill you in on some of the goings on. I have been itching to tell these two stories about my guardians (Riku and Dimitri), and I'm glad the submission pages are open so that I can do just that.
My two guardians are very different. Riku is vocal and a bit on the sarcastic side (possibly because of my personality; I'm usually very sarcastic at home, and I've read that guardians should mirror your personality, or be very similar, to be able to relate to you better), and Dimitri rarely speaks, instead giving me more premonitions than verbal advice. I can tell there are two of them, because they just FEEL different. The way they approach me, and how I sense them, it's like my brain goes, "Dimitri" or "Riku", like a breath of fresh air and happiness, the same way I can recognize Fred.
My first story is going to be one of Dimitri. I'm going to point out a couple things; I know what Dimitri looks like. I have several drawings of him that I've done, in different art styles, but it's always the same. He's the only thing I can draw the same each time, and the only thing I can draw that you can recognize it in any of my styles of drawing. I will get a picture of him up as soon as I can. Another not; he seems to be almost like an angel of death, or of at least warning. This story will tell you why I feel that, and why I draw him as the reaper (I'm not an overly morbid person, and I do not claim to be followed by death. Get that silly notion out of your heads, please.)
One day, a couple years ago now, my family and I were cleaning my house. (The very house that my ghost, Fred, resides in, actually!) My grandma had just called to tell us that her and my grandpa would be over for dinner, after my grandpa's doctor's appointment. He was having a colonoscopy done. In laments terms, he was getting his annual screening for butt-cancer done. I was thrilled - I love my grandparents. I got off the phone with them, told my dad, and my stepmom asked me if I would grab something from the main floor for her. I started walking down the stairs, and just fell to my knees on the landing in the middle of the staircase. It felt as if the wind had been knocked out of me, like I had collided with someone who was running up the stairs. I felt Dimitri a moment later, and could feel something was wrong, and that it had to do with my grandpa, and that he was in a rush to let me know. I started bawling, and I couldn't stop. My dad thought I'd fallen down the stairs and hurt myself, again, but he didn't understand why I was sitting on the stairs crying.
I had started hyperventilating by the time he got to the stair I was on, and he walked me down the remaining stairs into our kitchen, sat me down, and asked me what was going on. I remember just looking at him and sobbing that, "Something feels wrong." I couldn't even come out and say it was grandpa. I cried for two hours for no reason, then it stopped as suddenly as it had started, this time Dimitri was there again, but comforting me instead of panicking. About half an hour, my grandma called, bawling. The doctors had found a tumor forming in my grandfather's colon, and it had to be removed immediately. She would call us with updates. My dad and I just looked at each other when we found out, and I still get chills when I think about it.
PS: My grandpa has recovered fully, and he's just as silly and immature as always. I think Dimitri comforting me had meant to tell me that he would survive it. My grandpa has also not gone into remission; knock on wood, which is a good sign that they got the whole tumor.
Now Riku is an odd guardian that I can't quite figure out. I've never seen Riku, I don't know if it's male or female (I'm one of those people who labels everything 'male' if it's ambiguous - so sue me), but Riku is still the prominent guardian of the two - the one that guards me more from physical danger. I've fallen off things and should have broken my legs, only to end up with a twisted ankle and a bruise; been kicked, hard, in the ribs playing soccer and walked away without a scratch. This story is another one of those "why the heck wasn't it worse than that!?" stories that my family keeps asking me about, and how little damage actually occurred.
It was Stampede week in Calgary (that's where I live), and I was driving with my boyfriend from his house to my house. We live in opposite corners of the city; I was driving. We were going down a road called Crowchild Trail, and I could see, about 150ft. Away, that the pedestrian "walk" lights had turned to the blinking red hand of doom, indicating that the light I was approaching was going to go from green to yellow rather quickly which it did. I was at a full stop before it turned Red, because there was a cop waiting to go the other way, and he had stopped the same distance. I didn't want a ticket.
My boyfriend and I were chatting and laughing, and All of a sudden, I hear, mostly in my head, someone yell, "JORDAN! TURN!" All of a sudden, we get hit, hard from behind by something. I know I hit the steering wheel, and he hit the dashboard, and my foot came off the break, but my car didn't move. It was a very hard hit, when you look at the fact that we were stationary at the light, but to us, and we confirmed this with each other after I had calmed down, it felt like we were going through water. I started crying right away, trembling as we got out of the car to talk to the person who had rear-ended me. Keep in mind my car is this dinky little Plymouth Breeze.
The vehicle that hit me had been going 70km/h (she had sped up to go through the intersection), and obviously had not seen that I had stopped, and my brake lights were on and functioning (my dad's a mechanic. He checks EVERYTHING on my car, and it had just been in the week before, and he replaced my brake lights). The vehicle that hit me was also a massive GMC truck. There was no damage done to me or my boyfriend at ALL. No soreness, no bumps, no bruises. To my car? Very little - a bumper clip had broken, and there was a bit of a scratch in the paint. Absolutely NO other damage, which shouldn't have been the case - my little car should have crumpled.
Well, needless to say, I was in hysterics, so my boyfriend called my dad and told him what happened, got the other driver's information, and everything else for me. My dad examined my car top to bottom, and could not figure out why my car had not crumpled - it's what he does for a living; I trust him when he says that there's no logical explanation for those sorts of things. He replaced the clip that had broken, and sent me on my way. My boyfriend has hashed and re-hashed this, trying to figure out what slowed us down when we hit the steering wheel and dashboard, what stopped my car from ending up as scrap metal, and so has my Dad. We can't figure it out. My dad was the first to suggest the guardian theory, and looking back, it makes sense.
These are the two encounters with my Guardians that I remember the clearest, possibly because I couldn't and still cannot find a logical explanation for either of them. And please, once again, I request no talk of demons or me being psycho. I've woken up with a dove feather on my chest when I'm the only one at home. Sometimes I look at my shadow when walking, and there's three silhouettes merged into one (very disorienting, I tell you), and only one is me - the other two appear male/masculine, which I am not. I also feel that it is usually Riku that chases Fred off when he's been acting too out of line, but Dimitri has done it a time or two. It's hard to explain how I know which one is which by their presences, and I'm sorry for that. I can just... Tell.
Anyway, thank you for taking the time to read my stories, and much luck to you and yours in your haunted happenings.