Beside Normal

\Prologue/

"Tell me how you feel Mellissa," said another one of my countless therapists. I didn't even remember this ones name, probably something like Dr.Professional.
"I feel fine so I don't even know why I'm here!" I screached, my dyed white hair falling over my eyes. My response to this is always the same in some way shape or form.
I say I'm fine and that I don't know why I'm here, when, in reality I know exactly why. Then he (or sometimes she) says "Because your mom thinks your crazy". After that I usually tune them out. I have no desire hearing it all agai-
"Melissa! Hello? Are you okay?" Asks Dr.Professional breaking me out of my thoughts. Once he sees I'm listening again he continues. "Would you like me to explain to you why you are here?"
That's a new one. No one has ever said that. No one ever wants to explain why I'm here in this hell hole!
"Yeah sure, tell me something I dont already know! I'm here because I'm crazy and see ghosts right?" I scoff knowing exactly what he's going to say.
"You're here because you can see ghosts, not because you are imaging them but because you can actually see them! You have a rare talent that only one in a million children are born with. But to others you are seen as crazy which, in reality is why your here, but to those of us with this, let's say, special ability you are here so we can recruit you. I bet that's not what you expected, is it? Oh look, we've almost run out of time. Any questions before I schedule another meeting?"
".... How... How do you know all of this?" I was utterly speechless. This man knew people thought I was crazy yet he talks about it as if he sees them too.
"I know this because I can see them too. You are not alone Melissa. In fact you were never alone. We have kept a close eye on you. We, I think you're ready to learn the truth. Well your time is up"
At that exact moment my mom comes bursting through the door excited that I made it through the whole season when I usually only get through five minutes.
"Should we schedule another meeting for next week same time?" Asks my mom excited for making a new meeting instead of constantly apologizing for my "behavior".
"That would be lovely. Have a nice night Mrs. Conye," I heard in the background while walking to mom's car. This was not going well.
"So honey, you made it the full time! Did you like Dr. Mere? I thought he seemed nice. Let's go out for dinner to celebrate. Maybe get some icecream after too?" Mom said instantly bombarding me with questions and suggestions.
"Yeah ok mom, that would be nice. But you don't have to. We already have financial problem do you think we have enough money to waste on eating out?" I knew I would see things if we went to a restaurant. Maybe this time would be different though? I could just have a normal night. Just like any other girl. Completely normal. But no. I can't have that. I can't be normal. I'm next to normal. Im Beside Normal.