Gifted

The beginning

Sometimes it's amusing how people can make excuses for everything, until you're the one everyone's chasing after like a monster. Some might call talking to the deceased "witch craft" others might use more updated terms like "medium". Although I like medium better than witch, I still can't bring myself to classify myself as anything but Alice Cabot. That's all I've ever been and all I ever will be.

Sometimes seeing and hearing the dead can be a pain. You start to feel the burden, you feel their pain and when things can't get any worse the world comes crashing down. Pills, countless therapy sessions, interrogations, interventions. The pills might be the worst part, they don't stop the pain all they do is slow me down. I earned the nickname popper at the age of twelve, shortly after my "schizophrenic episodes." occurred.

I know I'm not schizophrenic though, I've been told by numerous doctors that what I have is undiagnosed. Everything changed about a month ago when a special doctor came along. He didn't treat me like I was crazy until now. Flash forward and I'm sent a letter I have to go to a mandatory school. Probably some institution, but it's alright I'm not crazy.