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{CDawgVA x Medium!Reader} The Past is in the Past

SLIGHT WARNING! There will be depictions of adult topics such as depression, suicide, anorexia/bulimia, self harm, and alcohol.

If you are not comfortable with reading about this stuff then please skip and continue forward.

I wanted to write this because I need to turn my depressed mind into something people can enjoy or relate to.

So once again, trigger warning.

Those of you who are staying, please read til the very end.
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As a child you could see things that others could not. There were figures that nobody could see as they walked around everyday.

Only a few were born with this gift, others practice in order to obtain this ability.

You, on the other hand, did both.

Your family was known to be mediums, they could sense and talk to spirits.

You could not easily figure out this new ability, which is how your mother taught you to mediate and focus on your psychic mind.

After about 5 years of practice, you, (Y/N) (L/N), are a (your age) medium.

But your abilities are different that your family's.

Instead of sending and communicating, you can do both, soul walk, and look through a person's mind. You can call spirits. You can let spirits take over your body if any work was to be done.

You call them your protectors.

One day, you were sitting in your room, reading about the different worlds in different faiths, when you felt an off feeling in your house.

You quickly left your room to find your mom, only to find her bedroom door locked.

Your dad went out to a group session, where he helped people cope with their losses of family members.

You looked around carefully before sighing. You didn't want to do this, but you had to.

You closed your eyes and focused your mind on leaving your physical body. You easily fazed through the door of your mother's room and found her by her bed. She was crying.

You glanced around, only to find a pocket knife with little splatters of blood.

Then you noticed it. The blood stained arms. The puffy skin around her cuts.

You knew your mom was going through something, but the cuts looked fresh.

You returned to your body and knocked on the door.

"Mom? Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, hon. I need a minute."

"Can I come in?"

She went quiet, then spoke once more, "No hon."

"Mom, I know you cut. What's wrong?"

"Honey...your father is...dead."

Your heart stopped beating for a moment. She was kidding, right? He couldn't be dead, you just saw him an hour ago.

"What?"

"Someone at the session got furious, and before security could apprehend the suspect, a gunshot rang out. They shot him through an important artery and he bled out quickly. They couldn't rush him to the hospital. He was dead within minutes."