Never tell another soul

Solitary

           Naturally, today starts like all the others I laugh, I smile, then the voices begin to speak like figments of my own mind but they're really just the things around me, telling me pretty little lies about the day and laughing when I feel paranoid.
             Today being a day I plan to stay quieter brings me to think that maybe I should talk so no one realizes I'm acting weird, they notice they ask and they pry, truly there's nothing wrong but a voice telling me I don't belong and this song from a carnival of horrifying clowns that smells like old popcorn and damp old wooden benches. The sound replays in my head only in the one hallway, never really understood why.
               I have a gift some people would say, a sixth sense, the vision to see a ghost is like the gift of something higher up then us as humans.
Is is a gift?
It doesn't feel like one.
           The bell goes and I decide to try and restart in the next class and things are okay, lunch follows and the voices stop as if to say go be yourself but I know they'll return as soon as I leave.
            I see the faces and emotions of the people I pass in the halls, a girl confused gets directed in the right direction by a teacher, much to annoyed to care. A couple talks to eachother and you can see the love in the girls eyes as she looks at him, he doesn't have the same gaze. I smile at someone I know and continue making my way around, left to nothing but small talk with a friend of the past.
           That's when I see her, a girl wandering down the hall, black dress and a non recognizable face, she's wandering as though she's scared. I'm not sure how no one else sees her but I can, that's when she speaks turning to look at me and say "You're special" and disappearing as if she was never there, what do those words mean?
                "How was your day at school" my mother will ask and I'll exclaim in delight of how ravishing the day was and how much I love the classes, but truth be told I really just want to come home and lock myself in my room all night, we know that won't happen but a girl can dream.
               Leaving I hear the words "Stay away" multiple times but I never think much of it, as if the spirits are telling me to stay solitary, which is hard because living in a town you're never alone.

Though solitary sounds nice
Alone.
Quiet.
No more voices.