It all started when I was four. My mother and father never got along they always fought. My mother was always upset and my dad was always cheating, drinking and doing drugs. I was too young to understand. I always carried around Abby I had a imaginary friend named Ricky but he disappeared after I found out he was a real person that died. I was alone. I was always felt alone well not when I was at my nana. She always made me feel happy. My father always thought I was weird for being spiritual. He thought I was a freak about swing ghost and soon he started to hate me. My mother soon grabbed me and my two siblings and ran from my father. We were living in a shelter for a few months , nobody really wanted to be my friend because I was weird. I don't blame them to be honest. When we got out my mother and father got divorced, my mother got a bf named ron he wasn't the greatest bf. We moved into a house, my nana and my uncle moved in with us since it was a big house. Ron invited his friends over a lot they were all drugies so I stayed away from them.