Different.

Chapter One.

It all started on June Third . I remember like it was yesterday. But it was three years ago.

I was thirteen and as a normal thirteen year old I have had major depression as stress.

But with this depression and stress I also had a unusual amount of anger toward the world. I hated life and everything about it. Still do to be honest .

And that's when I saw him. That's when he came and held my hand while I cried. He would comfort me while everyone else would loom at me like some kind of psycho.

But I'm not a psycho. I'm not insane like everyone makes me out to be. I swear .

But I am not normal. I'll admit that. I'm am the farthest thing from normality.

I can communicate with them , I can see them and nobody believes me.

That's why my mom out me in this hospital. For crazy people. I am not crazy.

They are the closest things to friends that I have.

They're ghosts.

Your probably like everyone else. Your probably thinking "Oh my God. Really? This girl is so stupid. Ghosts don't exist." And if you are thinking this I have a few words to say:

Ghosts are real.

They're real , I promise. But they don't like getting people who think shit like that because people like that are in denial and are plain rude.

I hate how people judge me because I'm not like them. I hate how people are so stereo typical.

It makes me so angry that people ignore me because I can communicate with ghosts.

I really dot see how that would make a difference in anyone's opinion about me. But it does dramatically.

And because I'm not like normal people I get submitted to a crazy house. For crazy people , and I am not crazy!

Everyone had turned on me. My friends , my family , heck even my own mother.

They have all turned on me. My friends like I don't exist , my family shows me sympathy fir being 'insane' , and my mother doesn't claim ownership of me.

But I don't care , I still have ghosts. They're always there for me.

But I'm not crazy or insane.

My name is Alex Johnson and I am different.