All my life I have been called a 'freak", started when I was young. I remember when I was at school no one would talk to me. I was sitting in a room with lots of people, in the corner all on my own. The only time people would look at me was when they would take the piss out of me. I would feel alone and unhuman like, and this was only at the age of 8. As time went on it I felt worse and worse. My parents, they called me depressed. Having no friends at the age of 9, apart from the 'imaginary ones'. No one would talk, not even my mum. She doesn't understand the same with my dad. They call me a 'FREAK!' like everyone else does. They don't understand me! And they never will! But my 'imaginary friends' do. They tell me it's okay to be me, they like me for who I am. They also tell me "they are the freaks, not you! You can see us they can't, you have a gifted." Over time I have realised that they are not imaginary. They are dead. But there spirits are still alive. This makes some people able to see them. Like me! Apparently there are only 10 of us, there were 25 of us but the others passed away and they did what they wanted to do with their life; and didn't become spirits. I was 15 when I found out all that.
I still felt alone, even though I knew I was not. I found some one that was the same as me at age 25. And that's when I no longer felt alone. And this was when I property felt 'normal'. And no matter how lonely I felt I wasn't.
