I screamed. I had absolutely no control anymore. My body slumped out of the chair to the ground. I started to convulse. The little boy vanished but I couldn't stop screaming.

My whole body was trembling as I screamed. I knew this would happen. I had been trying to not talk to them all day and I think it finally got to me. Usually it didn't happen this easily. My breakdowns would normally happen from me ignoring them for hours and not talking to any spirit at all.

Maybe it was different because of the little boy or the fact that this therapist was just stressing me. Maybe both.

My screams echoed off the walls and my therapist was covering her ears. I couldn't stop it. The last time this happened I had gone to the woods trying to clear my head after a long day of school. I had ignored a lot of spirits and wanted to get away. They all followed me and then I started screaming in the woods.

That attack lasted for at least an hour. Oh god I was going to be here longer than an hour. My lungs were on fire but I couldn't stop my screaming. It was so painful.

The therapist started shaking me.

"Rebecca, you stop faking this right now! You are not leaving," she yelled. She thought I was faking this? Holy hell I'm not an actress and I bet an actress couldn't act this well.

If I could I would strangle her. She thought I was faking! She's not even the least bit concerned about her patient!

My convulsing slowed and my scream started to die and I began to relax. It wasn't that long this time. Maybe because it was only one spirit this time and not multiple.

I leaned up and looked around me. The room was spinning and my head fell to the floor again.

"Get up," Mrs. Stump said irritably. I looked up and glared at her. Sweat was pouring down my face and I really just wanted to smack her.

"The next time you do that I am putting you in a mental hospital," she threatened. I continued to glare. I was about ready to put this woman in the regular hospital.

The time was up and I rushed out.

"Old hag," I mumbled. She wasn't even that old but she was really making me mad. She can't do that to me. She didn't understand anything.

I still felt the after effects of my attack. I don't know what that was about. Normally it had to be a lot of spirtis to make me like that. I got in my car and just sat there hoping to feel a little better.

"Boo," Andy's voice said and I jumped.

He must not have seen me lift my hand because I actually smacked him.

"Oh come on, it was just me," Andy said and chuckled. I glared at him.

"What happened?" He asked with concern in his voice.

"I had a little break down at therapy," I said and he looked fearful.

"What do you mean? Did you start screaming?" He asked and I nodded.

He sighed and motioned for me to drive. What is he hiding from me?

I quickly drove home while Andy was looking out the window. I knew he wasn't telling me something.

I went up to my room, not even bothering to talk to my mother. She was the one who made me go see that witch every Thursday.

I shut my door in my room and seen Andy casually laying on my bed. I rolled my eyes at his relaxed position.

"Can you share my bed? I was planning on laying down," I said, while giving him a stern look.

"Nope. This is my bed now," he smirked. I walked over and then collapsed on my bed. He didn't make himself transparent for me to go through him. I hit his chest and he chuckled.

"I told you this is my bed," he smiled and I felt my body grow tired.

I never told Andy that every time he touched me that I could feel my energy drain. I frankly didn't understand it.

I jumped up and stuck my tongue out at him and he just laughed. I glared and then started playing music loudly.

Self-Destruct Personality by Falling in Reverse came up and I started singing.

Andy covered his ears and I flipped him off.

"Remember to finish school," he joked, and I shook my head making my pony tail hit the back of my neck. I took my hair out of the pony tail and an unmanagable mess of red hair fell down past my shoulders.

"My singing isn't that bad," I pouted. He insulted me and stole my bed.

"Yes it is. And that is me being nice, Becca," he teased and I turned away from him. I didn't like it though. I always had that urge to talk to him and when I had made up my mind that I wasn't going to, it got incredibly hard.

"Becca just talk to me, I'm sorry," he said and I sighed and turned around.

"You're paler than me when you do that," he said.

"Wait, I go pale when I don't talk to you?" I asked curiously.

"Yes. You were whiter than me," he said. He looked afraid and nervous. He needs to tell me what he is hiding like now.

"What are you not telling me Andy?" I asked finally. He looked at me and he became transparent.

"I can't tell you. Not yet. I will later but not right now. I promise," he said and his eyes pleaded with me to drop the subject. I decided not to push it. This was the only person I talked to on a regular basis. I couldn't lose him right now.

"Don't you have homework you have to do?" He asked and I just stared at him. It's like he wanted me to smack him. He was still transparent though. Damn it.

"You're not my father," I sassed him and went to get my bag. I did have calculus homework sadly. I loved math, honestly, but calculus made my head hurt.

"Yet you are listening to me," he smirked. I ignored him and I felt that feeling come back. It is so hard to ignore spirits.

"Rebecca, dinner is ready!" I heard my mom yell through my music. I sighed.

"Bye, Becca," Andy smirked and then disappeared. I glared at his nonexistent figure then and went downstairs.

I sat down at the table and seen my mom had made lasagna for dinner.

"How was therapy?" She asked. It's like she thinks it will magically work

"Mom I told you I don't need therapy," I said.

Her eyes flared but she said nothing. My father came in and sat down across from me next to my mother.

I sighed. This wasn't going to be a fun dinner.

"Rebecca I know what happened today," my mother said. Shit.

"If it happens again we are going to send you away," she continued.

"No! You don't understand what I go through! You have no idea!" I shouted and ran up to my room. I turned my music off and called my grandmother. I loved her. She would help me.

"Hello?" Her sweet voice said through the phone.

"Hey Meme," I said. I had called her that since I was a little kid.

"Becca," she said happily through the phone.

"Meme, I have some things to talk to you about," I said nervously.

"I think I know what this is about. Honey how long have you seen the spirits?" She asked and I gaped. She knew.

"Since I was eight. Meme how did you know?"

"My grandmother had the ability. I knew you would too. There was something special about you. But my grandmother never could go out. She was always talking to the spirits around her," she said. She sounded like she was reliving her childhood.

"That's how I am. If I don't talk to them I like panic. It's like a part of me," I said quietly.

"Well honey, I hope you balance it," I could hear her smile.

"Meme, I had a break down at my therapist. Mom is threatening to send me away if it ever happens again. I'm not crazy and I don't know what to do," I cried. Tears started to roll down my face.

"Honey it's okay. I'll talk to her. I know you aren't crazy. For now just try to act normal. Your mother doesn't understand. I only do because I knew my grandmother. It is a very hard thing to balance. I won't let her do that to you though, I promise," she said convincingly. I smiled. I loved her.

"Well, I have to go honey. Call me tomorrow okay? I will call your mom tomorrow as well," she said sweetly.

"Okay. I love you. Bye," I said and after she returned the I love you I said good-bye.

I laid on my bed but then remembered that I had calculus homework to do yet. I sighed. I went over to my desk and started working on it. It took me over an hour to finish.

"Damn calculus," I muttered. I got up and turned around to see a middle-aged woman. She was transparent and bloody at her head. I almost screamed. She didn't even make a sound.

"I would like to talk to you," she said eerily. I nodded my head.

She told me the same thing as every other ghost did. After awhile I felt like it just kept repeating. I never understand the point of this.

When she faded I relaxed and thought about what my grandmother had said.

Her grandmother could talk to spirits and she never learned to cope. And when she was older she couldn't even leave her house. I didn't want that to be me. I frowned.

What if I was like that? I'd never get a real job. I'd never have a husband. I'd never have kids. Life was unfair.

Well I should know that by now. I mean I do see dead spirits evey day since I was eight. I wish I could talk to Meme's grandmother. Maybe she could help me.

At least for now I am not going to a mental hospital. Maybe Meme will convince my mom to take me out of therapy. It wasn't doing any good. It was really only making it worse.

My grandmother was a stubborn woman who never took no for an answer. She looked like me when she was younger except for our eyes.

It was really unusual that Andy hadn't shown back up yet. He was probably mad at me for asking what he was hiding. I sighed. I know it's about me because if it wasn't he would've told me what it was about by now.

I wonder if it is something about my future. I know that he can see it. Oh god I probably do go to a mental hospital! Probably because of my mother. She wanted a son. She didn't want me. I sighed again and got up and shut my curtain.

It sucks knowing your parents don't want you. Well I don't know about my dad. He's never home. But he isn't the one who sends me to therapy, so I have no reason to be mad at him.

I don't know why my mother wanted a son so bad. Probably so she could remain the only girl in the house.

I flopped down on my bed and burried my head into my pillow.

I had no friends and a mother that hates me and I have to talk to dead people or I lose it. What kind of life is that? I groaned into my pillow and then covered up under the blankets.

I wasn't eating dinner tonight. I would rather starve than hear the riot act about me thinking they don't understand.

I fell asleep crying into my pillow wondering if I would look crazy in school tomorrow. Again.

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