Therapists

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I snapped back into reality and looked around the therapy room. I must've been daydreaming for the entire session. I don't really need to concentrate, it's the same every time, 'What do you see?, How can you see it?, Who can you see?'

"Ive already told you, I can see dead people, that's all there is to it."

"Yes but what sort of dead people?"

"What kinds of dead people are there? Are there another species of human I should know about?", I said sarcastically, storming out of the office.

I couldn't go home. My session wasn't due to end until half past 6 so I would have to make the most of it, I don't really get out a lot anymore. Not since I told them about my 'problem', as they call it.


After wandering around for a while, I sit down on a park bench and ransack my bag for something to eat.

"You okay there", said a voice coming from behind. I turn around and a boy emerges from the tree behind me.

"I'm fine thanks", I reply, going back to my bag. A few seconds later and he's sitting next to me...



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