Hazel eyes burned into her own. They were so close that she could make out every single fleck of green and golden inside, blending into each other to creat an enigmatic shade that was devastatingly beautiful.

"I'm trapped," he said. "I killed myself exactly three years ago. My soul is trapped on this earth and I can't seem to set myself free. I need your help, Lisa."

This wasn't the first time it had happened to her. She had started seeing ghosts about three years ago, and they often came and went. At times, they seeked her out to find companionship. Sometimes, they came to trouble her. She was used to it all; she'd seen it all over the years. Although she was only 19, she had experienced more in life than the average person, and her ability to communicate with the spirits was one of those things.

"How can I help you?" she asked, her soothing voice echoing around the empty space of her room. "I'm a normal human, I can't do much for ghosts like you." Her legal guardians were out working, so she didn't have to worry about them hearing her.

When she first started seeing ghosts, she'd freaked out. It was out of the blue, a small boy had appeared before her while she had been scrolling through her social media and had started crying. She was horrified, and screamed so loud that her grandfather came barrelling up the stairs to check on her. When she told him what she saw, he looked at her as if she'd gone crazy. He didn't believe her, and neither did the rest of her family. They chalked it up to a hallucination, but Lisa knew it wasn't.

It was real.

The boy had appeared again in front of her after they left, and had told her his story. He had been abused by his father, and had died while trying to hide from him. He was on the rooftop of his house when his father came back home drunk, and started searching for his son so he could take his pent up frustration out on him. Scared out of his wits, little Parker had climbed up of the roof of his three story house and slipped.

She felt sympathy for him, she knew that pain. She hugged him close to her as he sobbed and sobbed, and she watched him dissipate after a day of spending time with him. In those twenty four hours, she had played with him, told him stories and had grown fond of him; it was emotional watching him dissipate into the golden light, but she knew he was in a better place now.

Ever since, she'd kept her ability a secret. The ghosts came and went; and she made some memories that she wouldn't trade for anything. Even the bad ones, because they were all experiences that taught her lessons she would never forget.

"I just need you," the boy, no older than 20, claimed. "I need you to listen to me, to spend time with me. To calm me down enough so I can make peace with my past, accept my fate, and leave this dimension. You're my only hope, Lisa."

She stared into his mystifying eyes, unable to resist the pain reflecting back at her. She couldn't help it; she'd always been an empathetic person. She was too emotional, a quality her guardians weren't fond of.

To them, being empathetic was a weakness. According to them, only the bent trees survived a storm.

"I'll do whatever I can for you," she smiled at his human like form, ignoring the whispers of impending doom in her ears.