Psychic Academy For The Sprirtually Gifted - The Storyline
by these_days
The clear night was a chilling reminder of the day's deeds. A young girl walked along the lake now, her blonde hair waving softly in the wind. Tears and blood soaked her clothes and face. Her left arm broken and twisted at a disgusting angle. This girl was beaten, raped, and killed. All in the course of 15 mintues between four teenage boys.
She cried softly, to anyone who would listen. The cold snow set in for the night as she faded from veiw. This was my life... Finding souls like her, and figuring out what happened to them. My job started long ago, when I myself was a child. The truth to say, I was a infant; born to be given a gift from God that ran through my family's blood line. It was a sickening fact... I was a psychic.
To be who I was born to be, I had to become something strong, and unafraid of the real world--both paranormal and living. It was a fact of life I accepted... with a fight. My story can be considered sad, and tearful for the sesitive to illness and lost loved ones. But I see it has my dear friend letting go of the living, where we were so bound by our mortal bodies that we could do nothing to help the spirits of the living. Scared and quiet, I watched as he slipped away to help the previous generations.
I was scared, of course, but this did not mean--oh my. I'm getting beyond the purpose of this story. If you do want to know more about the dreadful night read until the end. For now, I'll tell it from the beginning...




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