"She's been talking to thin air by herself, and whenever I ask her who she's talking to she says either a lady, a man or a kid her age. Please tell me she's okay, and that you can fix her," Lorie, my mom, asked the therapist.

The therapist walked over to me, squatted down, and asked, "Ivy, who are the people you've been talking to lately? Can we see them?"

"I'm not sure, they always say that they've left our world and that nobody else sees them except for me," I replied. The therapist stood up, looked between my mother and me with furrowed brows then spoke with Lorie in a quiet voice. I watched as my mother whispered to the woman, her eyes widened in shock. Her face portrayed sadness.

"Ms. Rielle? Hello?" the real estate man called for my attention.

I snapped back to reality and apologized. "Sorry, I was thinking about it," I stated.

"No worries. This house has been on sale on and off these few years. People keep complaining about the weird atmosphere. I would understand why you would contemplate on whether to buy it or not," he replied.

After a few look overs at the documents, I signed them. The man nodded then left to make a phone call. My phone suddenly rang, the caller was my best friend, Janna. "Hello?" I spoke on the phone.

"Hi! I just wanted to call and see how you're doing with the whole moving thing. I know how hard it is to be neglected by someone you love, and I just want you to know I'll always be here for you," she stated.

I looked up into the clear, blue sky and sighed. "Yeah, I know. I don't blame my mother though, she has her reasons." I never told anyone I had the power to see ghosts. My mother forbade me to do so ever since the incident. I had been exposed a long time ago, and people went to our house for favors such as communicating with their loved ones who have passed away.

"Miss, please. Please help me. I just want to talk to my son!" the aged woman explained to my mother.

"I'm sorry, but we can't help you," she replied trying to close the door.

"But your daughter! She can talk to him! Please! I know she can!" she exclaimed as tears rolled down her face. I walked over to my mother and tugged on her sleeve.

"I'll do it, mom," I declared. She looked at me with annoyed eyes which then were replaced by softened ones after a few seconds.

"Come in," she told the woman, and she quickly scurried in.

My mother hated it and told me to pretend I was normal because people started to crowd outside our house with absurd favors. She did not like the idea of outsiders knowing that her daughter had a crazy 'ability'. She told everyone I had suddenly lost the power after 'dropping off a tree', and I stopped talking to ghosts ever since.

One thing that motivated me to stay quiet instead of letting ghosts know I can see them is that I once met a girl who died around the corner of my school when I was young. Whenever I passed by I took a peek at her, but one day she saw me looking at her and started talking to me. She told me about how lonely she was, and I felt sad for her, so I started hanging out with her secretly. I'd wait till I'm finished with school then sit at the corner with her.

Eventually, I couldn't be with her anymore, but she couldn't take the fact of being alone again. She tried clinging onto me, but it was no use since she was a ghost. I walked away feeling complete guilt as she cried out in sorrow. I passed by every day with my friends but never looked at her again. In the end, I never saw her again. I never knew why.

Janna believes that my mother neglected me because I reminded her of my dad, but that's a lie I told her so that I wouldn't seem crazy. The truth is that it's because every time she looks at me, she's reminded of her totally insane daughter.

"Alright then. I hope you'll do a housewarming party. You better invite me," she stressed the last part.

"Definitely. We'll talk some other time. I have to go," I chuckled.

"Okay, bye."

"Bye," I hung up and pocketed my phone.

The real estate man returned. "The moving company said they'll move the furniture on Friday."

"Alright, thanks," I nodded, and he left. I hope I get used to living by myself.