Into The Void

Chapter One

I hear the noises.
The whispers.
The screams.
The cries.
I hear it all.
They don't know what I can do. See. Hear.
I sit in the corner of my room and rock back and forth. My hair hangs in front of my face. My entire body trembling and twitching. I hold my knees to my chest tightly, clinging to my knees.
Clawing and scratching at my double jointed knees. I stay this way until it's 6:00. My mother calls out my name. Aspen.
"Aspen get ready for school." I hear her call out.
Not again.
Not another day of pure nothingness.

Not another lonely day of just me, the noises, and the sights. Not another day of being the freakish girl nobody knows about.
I'm a freak. A witch. A devil. A ghost. A true disoriented, possessed ghost.
Whoever did this to me, whoever put this awful curse at me is to blame. They will pay for my pitiful life.

I throw on my black leggings and my dark blue sneakers. I search my room for my black hoodie. When I find it, I put it on and slip the hood over my head, pulling the drawstrings tight. I grab my backpack and a water bottle and walk to school.
I've always walked to school. This way I can avoiding talking to the noises and the sights and avoid people asking questions who I am talking to. They probably wouldn't ask me questions anyways.
Nobody knows who the hell I am.
I hear The Noises talking to me.

Aspen, turn around. Aspen, you freak. Aspen.

The Noises always talk to me.
They try to get me to do things.
Things people should never do.
Bad things.
Terrible things.
Actions so unthinkable.
Down the road I see a Sight,A ghost girl standing in the road. I see her everyday.
She whispers for me to save her, even though she's been dead for years.
No one knows about my abilities.
Not my parents.
Not my doctors.
No one.
No one but me and The Noises and The Sights.

I arrive at school. I hear every conversation going on.
An older girl breaking up with her boyfriend. Two guys talking sports.
A group of girls gossiping about what happened yesterday.
Teacher's in meetings.
I hear EVERYTHING.
I hate it too. I'm a freak. A born disaster. A nobody with extra terrestrial abilities. Talents people say. I don't think of it as a talent or medical condition. I think of it as a curse. A bloody, bloody curse.

Some of The Sights stand in corners. You wouldn't think of dead people at school.
They didn't die in school. They died on this property long ago.
I like to search area history. Find out what happened so long ago.
See what The Noises are talking about and why The Sights are here. I wish I could research why I'm here.
Or why I have this dreaded condition. I need to know. If people knew I wonder if they would think I'm a devil. A demon.
Or just a normal freak. Maybe they would take interest in me. Take me to a lab to be studied. I need answers

I will find answers.