My whole life weird things have been happening to me. I've been seeing, feeling, and hearing things that nobody else does. When I was little I would get picked on for it. calling me names like ghost whisperer or freak seer
when ever I would ask my mom if I was different, she would say, " Hunny everybody is different."
never answering the question she knew I was asking. until one morning there were giant scratch marks across my face shaped like and X. I looked in the mirror right when I got up and screamed bloody murder. My mom rushed upstairs to see what was wrong. when she finally got there and saw me. she had the same reaction. My mom decided it was finally time to tell me who i really was.
My mom starts off, "so when you were born you almost didn't make it. your aunt who was special did this weird juju on you. She said that it may have a side effect, but it did make you live."
"So what is the side effect?" i ask.
My mom replies, "You can speak to and see the dead. It's called being a medium."
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Medium
Mystery / Thrillerhave you ever woken up one morning with something on your face that wasn't suppose to be there? well a 15 year old girl, named Nicole, has that problem. Only hers is way worse. She lives the first ten years of her life not knowing who she really was...
