I'm not mental, I'm just special in my own way

It all started when i was 5 my dad died and my mum and dads relationship was pretty rough. So now I'm sat in a flowery chair, in a mental institute because i see ghosts so therefore people think I'm mental. So theres this guy Lewis (obnoxious jerk, typical) who has to help me do my schoolwork because his bitch tripped me up and now I've broken my wrist. Will everything be okay here or will I uncover some dark secrets?