August 16th, 1963, 1:12 P.M

"Alright now, who is she?" I asked, wheeling up to the office door where Henry was waiting for me. He had a file in hand and was sifting through it before handing it to me.

"Sixteen year old Echo Luv. She went to Barlow Sam High, before she was expelled for attacking her teacher." He reported smartly.

"Attacking her teacher? With what?"

"Objects in the room, the school board says the room was a complete mess after she was done. However the teacher was admitted to the hospital."

"That bad huh?"

"No, she claimed that the girl didn't touch anything, that they were flying on their own accord." I nodded slowly.

"Alright then, who brought her here?"

"Her parents. They're concerned about her health."

"Her health? If I were them I'd worry about the teacher's, her parents must think she's only imagining things."

"In most cases, however, Echo has also claimed she has multiple personality disorder." I raised an eyebrow.

"Really? Does she have it?"

"I don't know professor, why don't you tell me?" I shook my head.

"You know I don't snoop in on thoughts without permission. Well, thank you Hank. I'll take it from here." Taking the folder from his hands, he opened the door politely for me and I wheeled into my office where the teenage girl sat, waiting. She looked around and I noticed her gentle brown eyes, filled with fear. Her hair was light brown with natural blond highlights, making it seem gold from the sunlight through the open window. She wore a black short sleeve t-shirt with a butterfly design on the front, covered with a thin open turquoise vest. Her jeans had tears at her knees. Looking at her arms I could see scars from cutting. I gave her a comforting grin as I made my way to the other side of the desk to face her.

"Hello Echo, how are you today?" I asked gently. She looked at her shoes, hands clasped tightly in her lap.

"Fine…"

"Okay…" I hesitated before asking my next question. "Why do you think you're in here today?"

"Because they think I'm crazy…"

"Who does?"

"Everyone…" I waited a minute to see if she was going to elaborate, she did not.

"So you believe this is a place for crazy people?" She finally looked up at me.

"Isn't it?"

"No, it's not."

"Well if it's not a place for crazy people, then what is it?" I waited before answering, and instead I answered with another question.

"Do people think you're crazy because of the voices or your ability?"

"My ability? What are you talking about?"

"There are a select few who have different abilities. I can read people's minds…would you like me to read yours?" she started to grin, sarcastically.

"Sure, go ahead, make my day and tell me what I had for lunch today, as if I've never seen this trick before!" her voice rose in spite and anger. I patiently sat there until she calmed down, placing two fingers on my temple as I watched her.

This guys a bunch of bull crap

I was surprised to hear a male's voice instead of hers.

I agree. He's trying to make you feel even more crazy, to prove to your parents that there is something wrong with you

The other voice was a female as well, but sinister, unlike the girl in front of me, who had a gentle and caring tone. I raised an eyebrow, so the multiple personality disorder was true. She caught me staring and glared up at me, still slouched in her seat.

"What are you looking at?"

"You; and what appears to be two other people. It seems that you were not lying when you said you had multiple personality disorder." She seemed shocked that I believed her. "However, this is not why you're here. You are here because you have a gift. You're parents believe that you have been sent to an institution, but this is a school. Here we can refine your abilities so you don't accidently hurt anyone.

"I don't know-"

"What I'm talking about? Of course you do. You know yourself that it was you who made the objects around the classroom go flying." She sat there, absolutely stunned. I grinned at her.

"You don't have to stay if you don't want to. But here we can teach you things about yourself that you never thought possible. Who knows…we might also be able to separate those personalities from your head."