The Freak ((COMPLETED))

"You will never understand what I'm going through every day." -Amanda Blue. Ever since Amanda was a little girl she knew that she was able to see dead people. But as the years went by, and the power got stronger and stronger, she was able to hear what others couldn't, and talk to who others wanted to. "I never asked for this!"


2. Chapter 1

"Amanda, Drew, get your lazy asses out of bed!" My mother screamed at me from the bottom of the stairs. Grr. I grumpily got out of bed and finished my business in the bathroom connected to my bedroom. I tugged on a black sweater, a pair of black ripped skinny jeans and my black 4inch ankle boots. I, too, put on a black beanie. I put on a thin layer of foundation and concealer to hide my red skin, eyeliner and mascara. I want to at lease look presentable so they can't tease me with that. But that's also the only thing. 

I walked down the stairs and into the kitchen just in time to see my mother rushing out the front door. I sighed, grabbed an apple and my bag before locking the front door behind me. My twin brother is still home, but I couldn't care less. Yes I have a twin brother. Identical and everything. His name is Drew. He could disappear for all I care. I may seem like a bitch, but he really isn't worth my time. 

I got to the bus stop just on time. I got on the bus and quickly found a seat. Not many students take the bus to school, so I guess that's a plus. Someone sat beside me and I looked up to see a boy around my age. Immidiately I got that familiar rush through my body. 

Sorrow, hurt, betrayal, suicidal, unstable. Every feeling the person beside me feel, I'm feeling. I sighed heavily and looked out the window again, trying to ignore the spirit beside me. 

"I know you can see me," the boy said making my body tense up slightly. "You have to help me! I need your help." He sounded so desperate and broken I almost felt like crying. I quickly found my headphones and put them on. I cranked up the volume on my iPod in hope to drown out the desperate screams. 

Soon the bus stopped outside my school. I quickly got out and walked inside the school well-aware of the spirit trailing beside me. Before anything else I practically ran for the ladies room. I checked under every stand and luckily found no one else.

"What do you want?" I called out. 

"I need your help!" The boy yelled at me. He appeared in front of me. In the light I could see him much better. He had scars all over his body, and his clothes was ruined and dirty. 

"But I can't help you!" I whispered desperately wanting him to disappear. 

"You have to help me! Or else they'll catch me!" The boy continued, his eyes flicking around the room. Paranoia at it's finest. 

"I can't," I whispered putting my head in my hands. "Just leave me alone!" I said a little louder. 

"No! You have to help me!"

"You have to leave me alone! Please," I cried. Next thing I know I'm alone again. I looked at myself in the mirror, images of the boy edge into my brain. My face is paler than usually and my eyes are widen in shock and horror. 

I'm a horrible humanbeing.

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