I hid in my room knowing that it was useless and he will find me regardless where I go. My name is Myra Garcia and ever since I was a little girl I could see things that no other can see…the dead.

"Myra…come to me. You know there is no pint in hiding, I will find you." A husky voice that seems to me more like a shout but none of my parents can hear him but me.

I put my hands on my ears trying to block him out. I hated my gift it made me who I am today…a burden, an outcast, and a schizophrenic to the outside world that doesn't know what I posses.

"Myra!" yells the voice as a blast of violent wind open up my door to the closet where I was hiding.

The scream died in my throat as I look at the man. I know he died not long ago since he was so angry and violent that I only know that comes to newly dead people that are angry that they are dead. I look at him in fright, whoever tell you that ghost looks like Casper the friendly ghost they were wrong. They look like every human are but they are dead pale almost going blue and they could hurt you. The man was in his late thirties before he died and he was big and muscular sporting a buzz cut on his head.

"Please…stop this. I could help you." I said desperately.

He gave an angry cry as he grabs my legs with his hands and yank me out of the closet and under him. His eyes looking almost black with rage as he look at me with hate heating off of him that was almost suffocating me.

"No, you can't! No one could help me! I'm dead!" He yells as he started scratching at my eyes.

I scream a blood crawling scream as I trash around from under him try to cover my eyes. I felt blood coming down my cheeks and temple as I try to gasp from breath, my tears mixing with the blood from my cuts. I cried on the floor as I cover my eyes with my hands noticing that the evil spirit was gone.

"Myra!" yells a voice that I recognize as my mothers.

I didn't look up at her as I continue to cry. I felt my mother kneel down at me and she lightly sat me up making soothing sounds to try to ease my pain but it wasn't working.

"Myra let me see. You behaving like a child." My mother scolded me irritation laced in her voice.

Well, for a second I thought she was acting like a mother. And newsflash mother I am a child, I thought bitterly as my tears lighten.

My mother toke my hands off my face and I saw her gasp and her eyes widen in horror and…disgust.

"Myra, why did you do this?" She ask my quietly.

"Mom…I didn't do this…Mom please." I whisper but she pays no mind to me.

"Anthony!" My mother yells.

"Mom..."

She looks at me as my eyes tear up.

"Myra this has to stop. I can't take this anymore." She said.

I look down as my father comes and walk silently to me. He grabs my chin tightly and forces my face up to look at my father's hard eyes.

"Were going to the hospital, those are too deep to ignore this time." My father says to my mother before he looks at me letting go of my chin just to grab my arm and yanking me up.

I sigh as I let my head rest on the car window as we drove to the hospital my parents arguing in the front paying me no mind…ignoring my pain. I look out the window just to see the ghost man that had attack me on the sidewalk as we pass by with a satisfied smile on his face that sent shivers down my spine. Perhaps I am crazy like everybody says but I know what I saw and I know I would never bring harm on myself. My name is Myra Garcia and this is my life as a Seer of the dead.