Soul of Stoneridge [BoyxBoy]

Prolouge

I always knew I was different growing up. Things looked different, and I could hear the souls of the people around me. My parents took me to therapist after therapist and all I could do was explain to them all that I wasn't crazy. The whispers always called me. I went from being a happy kid to being an introvert and feeling like the only ones I could talk to were the souls around me.

The crazy thing about souls is that you could hear them regardless of if the person was dead or not. I could hear the souls of my parents becoming to one another despite their human parts arguing. I could hear the bullies cries of help as the beat me senseless. Yet, my understanding soul only could hug theirs and forgive their humans.

Even as the years progressed, I began to understand the souls better. I could even interact on a certain level with them. Usually I could calm their soul with my own and help them through their own issues. I could talk to them with my own soul, and ease their pain. Sometimes if the time was right I could help certain souls cross over despite their grief but they had to call to me for that.

I never thought I was weird, and despite my parents' disbelief in my abilities I continued to learn from the souls I encountered. The more I came across allowed me to train and hone my abilities more. I could know help any soul cross over, if I could feel them nearby. I could also astral project my soul from my body to talk to souls. Some of them had lots to say. Others didn't even want to talk to me.

But that's all years behind me now. I'm 16 years old and a sophomore in highschool. Things have been looking up recently. Yet, at the back of my mindsomething felt off. I didn't know exactly what it was. It felt as if thoughsomething was missing. It felt as if something inside of me was taken. Although,it could just be me being paranoid.