i am not like the other kids.. i hear things… things i am not supposed to hear… like people’s thoughts and conversations that are miles away, millions of voices talking to me and to other people inside my head… they get louder and louder sometimes to the point of screaming.. but they are never clear.. unless i go to england.. where my aunt jade lives then one is louder than the rest. saying come closer.. it sounds like a male.. calling.. for help…