Ever since I was a kid, iv never been normal. I was always different, but before I dive in to deep heres my name. Its Elizabeth and I have been able to see ghosts since I was able to remember... Not only can I see them but I can also feel them, making it hard to know if there alive to? Yet what if I'm the one who's dead, how would I know? I'm alive I'm sixteen and confused, yet grateful to be able to help others. I recently relized I dont know my own personality iv only ever known helping the ghosts. I need to find myself while being able to, help the dead. I have a gift I intend to do good with it even when it makes me look insane to others. I have this feeling that I am going to find myself soon I have no idea how but I'll get there for sure...
To start off on Christmas eve I came home to my entire family murdered, I lost everyone and everything, to bad for me I was to stupid to look around to make sure the killers had left.. they hadn't sadly that's the day I lost everyone and everything that was mine. I lost my virginity and almost lost my life but for some reason. I was saved never before have I seen the man who saved me one day I hope to see him again. Parts of me wish he would have let them kill me, the demons of hell. They killed my entire family, because my father made a deal with the devil. He wanted to die but not alone his selfishness got my family murdered except me.
Some Dark black hair man with crystal blue eyes saved me that night, iv always seen ghosts just I had never known that they were ghosts. Until I saw my family but I helped my mom and my siblings pass over. I helped everyone except my father. I will help him one day but I'm not done getting answers yet so he is needed.
I was the eye witness to my entire family's murder, luckily the cops have proof of were I was while the murderers happened. Otherwise I'd probably be in jail for something I never did. Except my life feels like jail, I haven't smiled for a entire year now, why would I smile I saw a demon holding my mother's face and wearing it. Like it was a mask then the demon noticed me, it charged at me tried to kill me.
Except the demon was dead before it could, a flash of smoke came out of the vents, my whole family was dead was all I could think. I was wishing there was a fire and that I'd burn to death, but no a handsome man appeared out of the smoke and murdered the demon. I was to depressed to move, he picked me up and carried me out never told me his name. Or how he knew he picked me up hugged me and left.
The demon had raped me a handsome man just avenged me and saved me, yet I only wanted to die. My family's gone I'm to old to get adopted and for some reason my other family members all didn't want me. I got thrown to foster care the only thing that had stayed the same was my ability to see ghosts.
I'm very much alive but I feel dead, and the man i haven't seen him since and I don't know if I would want to, but I believe I need to see him again. Until then I just keep living in foster homes and going to school and helping spirits, but who will help me when I'm a spirit myself am I destined to never die?
Why has all this pain been forced onto me I wish I knew but I don't.