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Chapter One

I smelled bleach in the room I just walked into. It was an odd smell for an office but all mental institutes have the same smell.

The young woman that sat at the wooden desk looked up and smiled. "Good morning Athena, take a seat." She said in her calm sweet voice, after all, it's not like she has a choice. She was taught to be patient.

"Hi, my name is Doctor Johnson." Johnson, such a simple, American name.

"Hello." I mumbled back. I wasn't really enthused whenever I met a new doctor/therapist. She wasn't any different from any other doctor I was forced to go to. They were all the same, all eleven of them.

"Athena, please tell me why you were brought here today?" She asked in a very patient voice. I rolled my eyes. "Doesn't my referral tell you that?" I said back. I was getting annoyed quickly, after being through eleven therapist you wouldn't judge me.

"Yes it does, but do you always believe what's written on paper? I want to hear from you, what you think is wrong." Now, this was the part I hated most, the explaining or what I like to call five minutes in hell.

I take in a deep breath and start. "I keep seeing invisible people, but they aren't people. They're more like ghosts but they still have a body." The therapist processes what I just said, then writes it down. The sound of her pen moving across the surface of the notebook paper is emphasized in my ears. All I hear is that annoying sound. I ball my hands in fist, trying to control my anger. My fingernails bite into the fabric of the chair.

After she stops writing she looks at me. "I see past doctors have diagnosed you with schizophrenia. Do you think you have schizophrenia, Athena?" I have always hated therapists. Answering your question with another question.

"Yes, it seems to be the only logical answer to me seeing dead people." I retorted rudely. I didn't mean to be rude, it's just I hate having to explain my life's story to every doctor.

"How do you feel when you see these 'dead' people?"

"Depressed. When I was six, I started getting these nightmares about people murdering other people. Then right after that I started to see dead people. Once you see a ghost you start to feel their sorrow and depression. You know how depressed you get when you wanted something for so long and once you get the chance to get it, it gets taken away from you. Well that's how it feels but ten times worse. I try to cope by drawing these scenes that come to head and then destroy the drawings afterwards. So I never have to deal with the pain ever again." I take a deep breath to give the therapist time to think about the load I just dropped on her.

"Can I see these drawings?"

"NO!" I practically yelled. Then I look at my hands sheepishly as for I silent apology for my outburst.

"Why not?"

"These are not just not pictures you show to anyone. They do not look happy their disgusting and disturbing." I said that last part in a whisper. More to me than an explanation to the therapist.

The therapist just shook it off realizing it's a sore topic.

"Do you ever have suicidal thoughts?"

"No, no I don't have suicidal thoughts because of these creatures."

"Okay, well that's all the time we have for today. I'm going to prescribe you to some anti-depressants-"

"Whoa, wait, I told you I wasn't depressed!"

"I know, but it might stop your dreams and eventually stop you from seeing dead people." She said in a calm way, like every therapist was taught to do. I sigh in frustration and get up and grab the prescription slip from her. I walk out of the room and hear her say "See you next session!"

I walk out into the waiting room and look for my mom. I walk over to her to find her reading People magazine.

"How did it go sweetie?"

"Just great mom, like every other therapist. She gave me my prescription for anti-depressants." I wave the slip like I am proud of it.

"Oh, I'm going to get this filled out!" She said eagerly. I rolled my eyes as I watch her leave to go to the front desk.

I slump down in the nearest chair and take in the room. There were five people in the room and later I would find out those five people would change my life forever.

In the corner of the room was a middle age man curled in a ball rocking back and forth with a young nurse by his side trying to calm him down by speaking softly. It was typical to have scenes like this happen at a mental hospital.

In the chair across from me was a women who look to be in her early thirties and I guess her son was next to her. He looked to be my age, maybe a little older. Also he looked very familiar. He had sandy blonde hair that came to his ears, his eyes were shut and he looked like he was in pain.

Then it hit me, a wave of depression. This one more intense than any other I have ever felt. It was filling my body, my body responded by curling up. This only meant one thing, there was death in this very room haunting it. I fall to the floor hitting my head on the tile in the process. The sorrow was unbearable.

Then it all stopped, completely. The depression was gone.

I open my eyes to find the blonde familiar boy staring me with confusion and something else. I scowl at him; I hate being stared at like a freak. I was about to get up, but at that moment something happened that will change my life forever.

The middle age man that had been sobbing in the corner stood up and pushed the nurse away and ran toward the front desk. But in the process he tripped and fell. The nurse ran to him.

"Charles, please calm down! If you don't stop acting up were going to have to sedate you!" The nurse said. I noticed she was actually dressed like a nurse from the 1940's. The man was sobbing, there were tears rolling down his face.

"Get away from me! He's going to kill us all! W-we need God to save us!" Charles said. He broke a vase in the process of getting up. The nurse was trying to reach him but the man was defending himself from her. Then the man started to speak in tongues. God, I was so scared.

Charles picked up a piece of the broken glass and stabbed the nurse in the throat. I got up from my chair and screamed. I hit the back wall of the waiting room.

The nurse fell to the ground while a puddle of blood started to fill underneath her. I looked around the room, no one seem to notice this chaos happening, only everyone was staring at me with worried glance, except the boy who staring at the crazy man in horror.

My mom came over to me and asked me if I was alright. But I didn't hear her, I was too busy staring at this man.

Charles picked up the piece of glass and held it to his chest. "Forgive me, God." He said then stabbed himself in the heart.

I screamed again and fell to the floor sobbing. I hugged my knees to my chest and buried my head in my knees. My mom hugged me.

"What happened sweetie?" she asked with concern.

"Th-there was a ma-man... and h-he...killed...a-a nurse." I said between sobs.

"Athena there's no one here, calm down." She said this with fright in her voice. I looked up from my knees to find nothing on the floor. No blood, no nurse, no crazy man. I stand up and wipe the tears off my face.

"It must have been a day dream. I'm sorry, I was just overreacting." I said. It was my usual speech when I see a ghost and freak out. My mom just nods and walks over back to the front desk.

"You're lying." Someone told me. I turn around and see the blonde boy standing up looking at me.

"What?"

"I said you're lying." He said again. "Jessie! What's wrong with you?" said the lady that was next to him.

"What are you talking about?" I asked, I guess Jessie was his name.

"You said it was just a day dream, well your lying because I saw it to." He said stepping closer to me.

"You see them to." He whispered. Then I realized his eyes were violet, just like mine.

"Jessie, stop pestering that girl. Sit down and wait, the therapist should be here in a minute."

"I don't want to see another therapist, mom. There all the same." Jessie said.

"Athena, it's time to go." Mom called from across the room. I stood up from my chair and walk to her. I could feel Jessie's stare burning holes in my back. I ignored it and walked out of the door. But not without thinking that there is someone out there just like me, and his name is Jessie.

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Chapter Two

The car ride home was silent as usual. My mom and I weren't really close at all. In fact we were total strangers. The only thing that she knew about me was that I was going crazy. My family was screwed up, well at least in my point a view. I have a younger brother named Miles, he's fourteen and now getting to the stage of puberty where his emotions and hormones were screwed up. He hates me, he hated me ever since I started to show signs of schizophrenia. Since I started to have signs of my sanity fading away.

My lovely mother was not close to me. I think she's not close to me because she thinks I am insane. The worried glances she gives me when we are out in public I think are an act. I always embarrass her when break down. I think she hates me too and wishes she didn't have a daughter that was only years away from going legally insane.

My father doesn't live with us. He lives in the great home called Johannes Mental Institute. He was diagnosed with severe schizophrenia twelve years ago, when I was four. Whenever I visit him he seems normal he doesn't show any signs of any mental illness. My mom told me that he's in there because a little after I was born he started to have these moments where he would freak out. He would break down and ramble about how demons were after him. He would speak in different languages.

My father is where I would get my mental illness from. Beside him from being crazy he was the only family member that actually loved me. Who actually accepted me for who I am. He was one of the few people in the world who would understand me. He was my best friend beside Kyle.

Once upon I time in grade school I had more than one friend. I was actually kind of popular, the kind of popular you would be in elementary school. But halfway through middle school I started to see 'dead people' more often. And I would freak out more often. So my 'friends' all left me because I was a freak to them. All of them accept for one, Kyle.

Kyle didn't judge me, ask me questions that I didn't have answers to, he didn't treat me like a freak, he just listen. He was my only friend and I mean only. The people at school don't even treat me like a human. I'm not like one of those lucky nerds who are invisible, who the popular crowd is totally oblivious to. No, everyone at Ridge Public High School knows me, I'm the infamous Athena or as the people at school like to say 'the freak who has no friends'. I was called hateful names by everyone in the school, looked at in a dirty manner and glared at by the whole student body, even the teachers hated me.

Now, I know what your thinking. Since I was down on the popularity scale, Kyle must be equally as bad. Ha! No, Kyle was the 'bad boy' of our school. He has plenty of friends, plenty of girls lining up, so why would he want to hang out with someone like me. I honestly don't know. It's like the question of the universe.

Throughout the years he did his best to protect me from the mean people. But people still manage to get to me. Burning down my self-esteem and hitting all my insecurities. But I manage to build a wall around my emotions so now their words don't hurt me as much.

That was a lie. All their words hurt me like knives but I don't show my vulnerability to anyone. Not even Kyle. Not even my dad. It's a sign of weakness and weakness is not excepted in my mind.

I really didn't care what people thought of me. And that was the truth. No matter what people call me I can't change their impression on me. The only thing that always got to me were the ghosts. Not even Kyle can protect me from that.

They've been haunting me my whole life. Making me scared. Since I was six I have always had nightmares. They were all about the same thing. Killing, murder, death, and war. I have never slept peacefully in my life since. Never.

I've tried everything pills, therapy, I've even gotten my brained scanned. Nothing ever worked; no one knows what's wrong with me. Not even the drugs can take away my sight. I realized years ago that the only thing that will take away the sight is the death of me.

Mom pulls up to our house. It was pretty decent size and my room gave me privacy so I can't complain. I immediately get out of the car and race through the house to go to my haven, my room. But of course as I past my brother he gives me a glare and a disgusted look. I roll my eyes.

Also, once upon a time my brother and I were very close, that time was before I started going crazy.

You don't know what a broken heart feels like until your own brother hates you. When I was thirteen and when Miles was eleven was when my sight got really bad. Then he started to get distant, everyone did. Then eventually he avoided me completely except when he gave me hateful comments.

I was depressed for months. I can deal with my friends turning their backs on me but when my brother started to hate me, I cracked. I didn't do anything drastic like cut myself or overdose on pills. I just was nothing. I went through the motions every day. The only people there for me were Kyle and my dad. They helped me through my pain and eventually I got better.

Then I realized that I was an embarrassment to my family and my friends. My own flesh and blood can't accept me for who I am and what I'm going through. I learned to accept that my family can't accept me.

When I reach my room I flop down on my bed and breathe deeply. I turn over to stare at my black ceiling.

My whole room is painted black but my walls are covered with photos of Kyle and I, pretty landscapes, and sketches and paintings I have made over the years. Poems were clustered by my desk attached to the bulletin board. I loved my room, it's my woman cave. The only place where I'm not judged because of this stupid curse.

I heard a knock on my door, I groaned. "What." I asked.

"Miles and I are leaving to go to his game. Do you want to come?" My mom asks. For every game/practice she asks me.

"Mom, no! She can't come." Miles hastily whispered. But I heard it.

"No, I don't want to ruin Miles's reputation." I said. I got used to the fact that my brother would rather get castrated then have me show up at one of his games.

"Ok, then. Don't forget to take your drugs. Bye!" Then she left. It was only five, what was I going to do?

I didn't realize I started to fall asleep until I heard something outside my window. Oh my god, was someone breaking in? I grabbed the nearest thing I could find and held it up in defense. My window opened and someone climbed through it. I was about to hit the intruder when I recognized the messy brown hair.

"Kyle! What the hell! You know you could have used the front door instead of breaking in my window." I yelled.

"I know but what's the fun in that?" Then Kyle looked at my defense weapon.

"You were really going to defend yourself with Hamlet?" He asked and smirked. I hit him in the arm with the book.

"Ow, what was that for?" He whined..

"Literature is a great weapon, my dear." I said and flopped down on my bed and sighed.

"So how was the new therapist?" I groaned. All therapy lessons make me want to bite my fingers off. In fact I would rather bite all my fingers off then go through another therapy session.

"I take it was the same, horrible."

"They gave me new drugs to take." I say with fake enthusiasm as I sit up and hold up the bottle of pills. Kyle jumps on the bed and falls back down and then he took the bottle.

"You know these are not that bad. I think you really scored big this time." He said. I laughed a little.

"Of course you would know, Ky. You're like the expert on drugs." I said. He really knew his drugs. I guess that's something all bad boys know.

"Anyway, so I was bored and I wanted to know if you wanted to do something."

"So I'm your last resort? Thanks Kyle." I said jokingly. "We could watch a movie, mom updated our movie shelf." I volunteered.

"Cool." Was all he said.

We went down stairs to the movie room that had a futon and a few couches.

"Let's watch the Last Exorcism. I need something creepy tonight." The movie was kind of ironic considering that I was seeing dead people.

"And they call this a horror movie?" I said laughing after the movie was over. This movie was actually really funny to me. Yeah, scary movies to me are like comedy movies.

"Athena, you're not supposed to laugh when someone dies. That's so cruel."

"It's.....so.....funny.....though." I said through laughs.

"Whatever weirdo. Let's do something else."

Thirty minutes later we were in an intense game of Candyland. The game was almost done and I was ahead of Kyle. And boy, was he getting mad about that. It was my turn. I picked up a card and I won. I skipped all the way to the chocolate kingdom.

"SWEET VICTORY!" I screamed. Kyle rolls his eyes and mumbles something that sounded like whatever.

After we clean up all the pieces we were laying down on my bed. It was 8:00; mom and Miles would be here shortly.

"Athena I've got to leave. I have to meet up with someone later." Kyle said.

"Does this someone pee sitting down?" I asked.

"Maybe." Was all he said. He got up and left. I rolled my eyes and smirk. He meets up with a lot of someones who pee sitting down, if you know what I mean.

Three hours later I was laying down in my bed trying to sleep. Mom and Miles were in their beds probably sleeping like babies. I couldn't go to sleep, I was too scared and I have been 'too scared' for the past ten years. Every single night I would have a graphic nightmare. It was horrible.

I close my eyes and force my brain to think happy thoughts as I snuggle Friday to my chest. Friday was my bunny that my dad gave me when I was three. It was my comfort object, it made me forget the things in my past.

I was just about to doze off when I felt the intense depression. My body curled up like it did earlier today. It felt like something was on top of my chest suffocating me. I couldn't breathe. I choked trying to get air. It felt as intense as it did when I was at the mental hospital.

I opened my eyes and looked to my right. There was something staring at me with red eyes and horns. And it was not a ghost. It looked like a demon.

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Chapter three and four is when I wake up. If you're wondering how I post this so quickly is cause I can speak into the phone and it types it for me. Night guys ill continue it when I wake up!

Chapter three

The next morning I woke up before my alarm clock, sweating and panting from the night's before dream. Every morning was the same, wake up scared to death, sweating pellets, and screaming. Even though no one ever heard my screams since I was the only person sleeping on the third floor. Miles and mom sleep on the second floor because of my screaming.

Last night's dreams were the same as always. Death, death, and more death. I was really getting sick of these dreams I've been having since I could remember.

Last night's encounter with the ghost really shaking me up. I have never seen a ghost like that before, one with an odd resemblance to a demon. I forced myself to say it was just another part of my nightmare because no ghost has ever set foot in my house before. I don't know why but it just never happens.

I brush it off and get up. It's four in the morning and I don't usually get up in till five forty-five. I decided to take a cold shower to get all the sweat off my body and attempt to wake up.

An hour later I was in my room browsing the internet. I was so bored, so I just clicked on random websites. Then I came across this add, it said "If you have trouble sleeping because of reoccurring nightmares, come to Adler Community College for a new test study on emotions and past experience and how they affect your dreams." In bright bold letters flashing across the screen. Adler Community College was about a forty-five minute drive from here. I decided to give it a try, what do I got to lose? I click on the add and register. The test study was one overnight stay on Friday and on Sunday and Tuesday was just going over there for a few hours. My first class will start tomorrow at five. Maybe they'll fix my problem, even though I doubt that's going to happen.

I get off my laptop and walk down stairs to the kitchen. No one was in there. I open the medicine cabinet and get out my anti-depressants. I was supposed to take two a day, one in the morning and one at night. I also doubt these pills will do anything to stop my dreams, but I'm up for anything.

I go back up stairs and its only five thirty. I hated waking up so early, there was nothing to do. I go to my bathroom and brushed my unruly hair. It was the color of midnight black, a color that was rare in the family. Everyone else had light brown hair and I got black hair, someone must of screwed up in the gene pool. My hair stopped to my knees and was bone straight. I never cut my hair; it was like my protection shield from people.

I decided to braid my hair so it wouldn't get in my face. My skin was really pale and I hated that. I was so white I glow in the dark, well not really but you know what I mean.

I sighed; I was not ready for school mentally. Every day was the same, get death glares, looked at disgustedly, get called names, and get pushed around. I don't know why people hated me so much, I never did anything mean to them.

I always dreaded going to school and I always will. My life was literally a living hell.

***

I was getting in my car to go to school and was Mom and Miles. Miles didn't ride to school with me because he didn't want to be seen with me. No one wanted to be seen with me. After years of my brother and my ex-friends telling me that, I gotten used to it. It hurt, but not as bad as it did before.

I left the house and arrived at school in less than fifteen minutes. I drove over the speed limit but who cares? I get out of my car and grab and backpack and walk fastly into the school. I didn't want the drama that the students here always wanted to start with me.

On my way to my locker people gave my there glares, there nicknames, and started to whisper like they always do every day. But I ignored them; I have better things to do then to let them destroy me.

I reach my locker and hastily get my books for my morning classes. In the corner of my eye I see something I never expected to see. I did a double take and hurt my neck in the process. I really hated doing that. But you never guess who I saw, it was Jessie.

That must have been why he looked so familiar to me, he goes to my school. I did a mental face palm. Of course, I remember now! He was one of the jocks, captain and quarterback of the football team. He was also insanely popular (no pun intended) and probably an absolute jerk-head.

It's a good thing he didn't notice me, he was too busy listening to the cheerleaders rant about useless things. He looked pretty bored, poor him. I took this opportunity to get out of there, I hope he doesn't see me.

I put my books to cover my face and make a bee-line to my classroom. 'Can't see me, can't see me, can't see me.' I say in my head.

"Hey you wait up!" I heard his voice say. Oh my god, I he saw me. I ran faster in to I see class room 107 and run in there taking my seat in the back. Hoping he would give up. Please give up, please give up, please give up!

He barges in the class room, even though there are only a few people here the teacher is at his desk.

"Hey swift get out of here! This is not your classroom." The teacher yelled at him. For once in my life, I like Mr. Grey.

"But-"Jessie started, but was interrupted by Mr. Grey.

"Get out now or detention for a week." He said sternly.

Jessie groans and walks out of the class room and defeat. The few people in the class room started to snicker. I have never been so happy with Mr. Grey in my life.

I sigh in relief and bury my head in the arms. Ten minutes later almost everyone was in there seats and class was about to start. I was already bored so I got my sketch book out and started to draw.

I didn't know what I was drawing, I never do. I just get this itch in my hand and my hand does all the work. I found out that drawing was a method of getting unwanted images out of my head. I would sketch whatever it is out and then burn it in till it was nothing. It seemed to work, so I did it.

After my hand was satisfied of what its drawn I look down at the paper. I let out I started gasp and keep staring at. It was the ghost from last night. It seemed to be staring right at me. Its horns curved a little at the end. Man this thing was scary as hell. But before I could put the drawing away someone walked into the class room. He was tall and kind of muscular. He had black hair and blackish looking eyes. I can already tell he was going to be popular all ready, all the girls in my class already started to bat their eyes at him. I rolled mine instead. He was kind of scary if you ask me.

"Hello, I'm new here. Is this class 107?" he asked in a British accent. Oh, god. I bet the girls are probably more in love with him.

"Ah, you must be Emery Field. Welcome to Author High School, Emery. I'm Mr. Grey and I'm your American History teacher." Mr. Grey said. Emery smiled sheepishly to the class and to Mr. Grey.

"So you'll be sitting next to Miss. Marx over there." Mr. Grey said pointing to me. Did I hear right? British kid is sitting next to me? I groan and open my mouth to protest. But Mr. Grey cut my off.

"Save it Athena, that's the only open seat in the classroom." Mr. Grey said. Now, I was back to hating Mr. Grey again. Way to ruin the moment buddy.

Emery makes his way over to the desk on the left of me. He sits down and smiles at me. I just roll my eyes.

"Hi, I'm Emery." He said and he puts his hand out in front of me. Well no dip, Sherlock. I ignored his hand and also the jealous glance the girls were giving me. I rolled my eyes at them. He retracts his hand knowing that I wasn't going to shake it.

"Did you draw that?" He asked as Mr. Grey started to ramble on about the Civil War. I realized he was talking about my sketched of the ghost/demon. I hastily put it away, no one ever was supposed to see my drawings.

"That's none of your business." I said not meeting his eyes.

"Well, it looks really good but the horns are not shaped like that." He said. What? I meet his eyes. They were not only black but also had a red tent to them. He reminded me of the demon.

"What?" I asked very confused. How does he know what the horns are shaped like?

But all he does is smile wider. It was like an evil smile. He reminds me of the Grench when he came up with the idea to steal Christmas. He turns around and faces Mr. Grey. For the rest of class I was just wondered what he meant.

***

It was lunch time and it was the only thing Kyle and I have together. I was setting down at my normal table and Kyle was getting his lunch.

To my luck Emery had all his class with me and I was super ******. Even though American History was the only class he sits next to me in, I was still mad. Something about Emery just makes me wanna punch random stuff. I have this weird feeling around him, like the kind of feeling you get when you step in a creepy house. Also he's really annoying to.

I hear my name and I look up from my table. Well speak of the devil.

ey Athena! Do you mind if I sit here?" He asks with that annoying smile on his face.

"Yes I do mind, actually. So if you'll be on your way," I said not finishing the sentence.

"Please?"

"No" I said sternly.

"Hey Emery, sit over here. You don't want to talk to her she's a freak." One of the jocks said at another table.

"Yes, please Emery. I'm a freak, go sit with some sluty cheerleaders or something. They'll enjoy your company more than me." I said annoyed and I made sure I showed it.

"But-" He started. I wave my hand.

"Go." He sighs and leaves. I do the happy dance in my head. I feel like I accomplished something big. I was just about to go back to day dreaming when I heard my name again. I look where the voice is coming from.

"I swear to god Emery-" I started but the it was not Emery, it was Jessie. I got out of my and ran out of the Cafeteria and into the hallway.

I can't face him, I don't know why but I just can't. He really got my on edge yesterday when he said he saw the man to. I didn't believe him though.

I heard him yelling for me to come back. I ran out the side door where people eat lunch outside and hid behind a tree. I closed my eyes; I hope he didn't find me.

"There you are! You are really hard to catch." He said. I open my eyes and sigh in defeat. It's clear that I can't out run him, there is no way to escape. He has me trapped.

"What." I said venomously. I really didn't feel like talking.

"Athena, right," I nod my head "well I just wanted to talk to you about yesterday." He said kind of eagerly.

"There's nothing to talk about. I had a break because of something I day dreamed because I'm a freak. I'm crazy, that's why I was at the mental hospital." I said nonchalantly.

"You're lying because I saw it to. I know what I saw and I know that you saw it to." He said. Somewhere in me I felt a spark of hope. Could there actually be someone out there that is actually like me? No, there can't be, I'm a one of a kind freak. This guy is probably lying so he can get me to trust him, so he can humiliate me in front of the entire school. The hope is gone.

"Yeah, sure. So what exactly did I see, if you're so certain that I'm lying?" I said.

"The man was middle aged and dressed in a hospital gown. His name was Charles. He was first sobbing in the corner with a nurse by his side. The nurse was dressed in 1940's nurse outfit. The man got up, fell stabbed the nurse, went all crazy and he asked for forgiveness and then killed himself." I gasped. He saw what I saw, but how? I didn't believe, but why shouldn't I. He got everything correct. Even the man's name.

I narrow my eyes in disbelief. "How did you know?"

"I saw it with my own to eyes. I felt the depression to and I know you felt that. You fell out of your chair in pain." He said. He was right, so right it was untrue.

Then I felt a wave of depression, it was just a small wave. That meant that there was a ghost somewhere, but not very close.

I look around in till I find it. There was a women sitting on the side walk. She had a big puffy dress on that went all the way down to her feet. She looked like she was from the 1700's. She had a big built hole in her chest that stained her dress with blood. She looked bored. I would be too if I was dead and all I could do was walk around.

"Okay, I might consider believing you if you answer one question." I said to Jessie. "Go on."

"What color is that lady's hat?" I said then I pointed to the ghost. He looked where I was pointing.

"Blue." He said and then turned back to me.

He was correct. The hope was back inside me, burning inside my chest.

"Did I pass?" He asked smiling. I roll my eyes at his cockiness.

"Maybe," I sighed. "So why did you want to talk to me so bad?" I asked. He paused for a minute to think.

"For years I have been seeing ghost, having nightmare, and having severe depression when they were close. I tried everything from the pills to therapy, but nothing ever works. I feel my sanity slowly slipping away from me. I want to stop it completely. I want to live a normal life, be happy, have a family without the constant worry of breaking down. I've ran out of options and when I saw you at therapy, I had hope that there was actually someone like me. I want to find out how to stop this thing because I know now that I'm going have to do it myself. I know you're going through the same thing as me, so I want you to help me to cure this curse." He said in a rush. Maybe I could trust him, maybe we could go through this thing together.

"Are you going to humiliate me, are you going to try to make my life more of a living hell then it already is? Because if you are," I step closer to him. "I will make sure you will regret it every single day of your life." I said. It was an empty threat, but he doesn't have to know that.

"I promise that I will not backstab you. I'm being truthful here, I want to go through this thing with my sanity still intacted."

"Aren't you embarrassed to be seen around me? Aren't I going to be ruining you popularity status or something?"

"Honestly, I don't care what people think of you. I know that people in this school have been giving you a hard time-" I snorted.

"Giving me a hard time? Every day since seventh grade people have been calling me names, threating me, pushing me around, and treating me like I'm not even human. But I bet you don't even know what that feels like, do you? You have always been Mr. Popular, always had friends when mine left me because I was a freak. People love you; people want to see me dead. Do you think I'm going to trust you when I just met you? If you do then you must not be thinking straight." I said.

"I know what people do to you and I think that sick and wrong. I am not going to do that to you. I would rather keep my sanity then be 'popular'. So here's my number, call when you're ready to figure this thing out." He gave me a piece of paper. I took it and started to walk away.

"You're just like me, you might not admit it yet, but you know it." He said calling after me.

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Chapter four is when I come back. (Don't got any left in me tonight)