Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Mario characters, and items mentioned in this story. Only the plot. There are disturbing scenes, so viewer discretion is advised. Check that, VERY disturbing scenes. So young ones turn away.

Chapter 1: A Little Messed Up

The sound of my alarm clock wakes me everyday, but it one of those days when I could sleep in. It was Saturday. The only day of the week when I could sleep in because of "royal duties." Today was no different I could already hear the servants banging down in the kitchen. I groaned before pulling a pillow over my head. The pale pink curtains in my room did not do their job of keeping sun out very well. Light still flooded into the room onto my dark mahogany oak floors. My room was rather large. The first thing you saw when you entered my was my huge four-poster bed. It was the same colour as my floors and had a pale pink and black duvet and quilt over top. A nightstand accompanied either side of the bed, with a lava lamp on one side and a crystal one on the other.

"God," I groaned before swinging my feet off the bed onto the floor.

A rug was under my king sized bed. My feet were met with the fluffy soft texture. The cold oak floors then greeted my feet. I walked past the mess of my room through a dark black curtain into my walk in closet. Thank God the curtain was there to hide the mess of clothes. I walked over a bunch of clothes, past all my poofy pink dresses,(which I also hate) toward my casual clothes. Another good thing about Saturday was I didn't have to wear my dresses. Yet again I only had to wear my dresses on Sunday and special occasions. But to make my point, I still hated it. And if you haven't figured it out yet, I am Peach. Princess Peach. The mother fluffin' heir to the throne.

I slipped on a hoodie, with a picture of a cat on it, and some black skinny jeans. I walked out of my closet over to my vanity. I picked up a brush and pulled it through my bird's nest of hair. Once my hair was decent I placed my crown on my head. I had to wear my crown everyday. It was a glittering gold with a blue gem in the centre and smaller teal gems on either side.

"Peeeaaaacccchhhh," A voice called.

That wasn't that new anymore. I continued to dress myself.

"Come play with us," It called again.

"No!" I hissed.

"Pretty Pleeeaaassse," It pleaded.

"Go AWAY!" I hissed again. But much to my dismay, my final statement caught the attention of one of the passing servants.

"Princess? Are you okay?" She questioned.

I flinched at the sound of my name, "Oh yes! Fine,"

"Very well then!" She went back to the hallway.

I toppled over onto my bed. Sighing as I did so. I was always scared of being caught.

"Now! Go away!" I hissed. The two figures appeared. It was Noah and Nicole. Two teens about my age. They had died in a car accident but still bothered me to no extent.

"Okkaaayyy," They looked sad, but I couldn't let any one catch me. I couldn't tell my family about it. I couldn't tell anyone about. I did have one outlet, and that was Ginger, my Best friend and maid.

Before I knew it they had disappeared. Good thing too. I didn't need them bothering me through breakfast.

You're probably wondering what I'm talking about; well I'm a medium, or in other words, a person who sees ghosts. You're probably thinking awesome right? Well your wrong! It sucks! They're always there annoying you and some of the things I touch, I get to see it's past in a not so friendly vision. Say somebody got stabbed, if I touched that knife I would see how it happened. So I'm careful of what I touch. And the spirits! I feel their presence; it weighs down on me, like a sack of potatoes. Some of the spirits I can see, some of them I'll just hear. But if I do see them, they usually look like a regular person. But it's their eyes! They have no pupils, just whites of their eyes.

When I was little, I would always be sent home from school because I was talking to nobody. I would state, "They're my friends!" When somebody asked me who I was talking too. Back then I didn't know I was a medium. Honestly I didn't know I was a medium up until a few years ago. Before that I just thought everybody had this happen to them.

I was always the weird kid at school who everyone hated, the kid who would randomly pass out. Because trust me, that school had a past and a lot of the visions were scary. Somebody got raped up against my sixth grade classroom door.

Sixth grade was probably my worst time of my life. I thought about committing suicide, but Ginger changed my mind, thank God. But my parents always heard me in my room talking. But when they walked in, there was no one. So, that's when they decided that they would make my life a living hell by sending me to a mental hospital.

There they stuck me in a room with another messed up person. But I kept talking to them. I kept talking to the spirits, just to mess with the doctors. But then they locked me in a solitary white padded room for a week, only coming in to give me my food and medicine. After that, they thought I was stable enough so they moved to an actual room. But I still talked to the spirits and I even started having night terrors. But not just any terrors. There were bad spirits in that hospital and they had latched themselves onto the long term patients, making them even more crazy. Every night they tried to latch themselves onto me, I could feel it. But I fought back. Every way I could. They would sneak in at night, when you least expected it. First they would seep in to your nose and it would feel like your toes were asleep. Then it would work it's way up your legs, then your whole body. It would then show it's self to you and that's when it happened. It would puke it's past soul into you and it could control you better than you could yourself. But I do think there was some good spirits in there too, helping me fight off the bad ones. Although I could feel them there, they never showed themselves.

One night the spirits got so bad I fell off my bed and knocked myself out. When I woke up I was strapped down to a table. Neck, hand, feet, the whole jazz. I fought and fought. I fought till I had no energy until I finally gave up. My hair was a mess and I was drenched in sweat. But just like nothing had just happened, the doctor said ever so sickly, "We're going to give you a special treatment to make you all better,"

They wheeled me to a room and they started attaching wires to my body.

"This is only going to hurt a little," The doctor assured.

You know what they did next? The little rat bastards shocked me.

I fought and fought. I screamed and fought till I had no energy left. But every time I screamed, another shock. This went on for quite some time until I had finally given up.

"There, was that so hard?" He leaned over me. That comment made me mad. So I spit on him.

But that just made them shock me again. I screamed, but this time in pain. Another shock. Another scream. He shocked me again. I tried to scream but had no energy left. So I just laid my head down on the table. Waiting for them to do their worst. The one gave my nipples a quick pinch, as the perverted doctor they were. I screamed at that, and since the wires were no longer attached to me, they couldn't shock me. But instead the one just slapped me. Next the other took out a needle. He stuck it in between one of my ribs and pushed it all in. Then everything went black.

When I woke up I was in the white padded room I knew all to well. But this time I was in a straight jacket. I struggled to try to get out.

It was about a week before they let me out of the jacket. But when they let me out of the jacket I ended up attacking the doctor. That landed me another week in that jacket. After they let me out of the jacket I was still in that room for another three weeks. And once I was stable enough to come out it was still a good two months before my parents came to pick me up.

When they picked me up, they being my mom Anna, my father William and my twin Charles came. It had been a good nine months in there. So I had missed three quarters if the sixth grade and a quarter of seventh grade.

I remember seeing them walking down a long hallway. I was sitting cross-legged on a plastic chair and in a very dark place. I hadn't combed my hair since I was there. So they had to cut it boy short. Also a dark spirit had possessed me but I was strong enough to keep it stable.

They approached me with wide smiles looking excited. Charles ran up to me and tried to hug me. I just sat there. Wanting nothing to do with it.

"Hey honey," Mom greeted.

just kept looking down. I still had on the same yoga pants since I got there. At least they had washed my sweater while I was there.

"Peach I've missed you so much!" Charles gushed.

I still said nothing. Honestly I hadn't said anything the last three months. Not even to the spirits. And I planed on keeping it that way.

A doctor walked in, "Okay, try and get her to talk. She hasn't said anything the last three months. Try and get her eating a bit more and keep her on this,"

I glared at the doctor. He was handing my mom a bottle of pills. Charles had made his way back over toward mom.

"Okay honey, time to go," Dad lectured.

I got up from my spot on the chair. The cool tiles felt nice on my bare feet.

"Bye Peach! It's been a joy having you here!" The doctor waved goodbye.

I rolled my eyes. I had been anything but a joy. But still we headed down the hallway toward the exit. Our limo waited for us in the parking lot. We got in the back. I sat cross-legged in a corner. Since I was there I had grown accustom to sitting cross-legged.

I looked up slowly. My hair was now stringy and always hung in my face. Mom looked at me in disgust. The demon inside me, messing with her head.

"Okay honey, I know you're mad. But that was for your own good!" Dad lectured.

I turned and glare at him. He gave me an icy stare back. We had a mafia stare down, as Ginger liked to call our little shenanigans.

Finally he broke, looking away. He gave my mom the "look". The look which said, we should have left her there. My mom shot back another look, which said, she's suffered enough.

"So... Ummm Peach. What was it like there?" Charles tried to break the silence.

I just stared at him. But my eyes softened. After all he was my twin. His hair was long blonde with dark roots and always spiked up.

"Okay then," He tapped his fingers on his knees.

We finally reached the castle. It was still the same. The servants were the same. Not giving me weird looks. But only to give them to me behind my back, or so the spirits told me. I walked up to my room. The servants had cleaned it. And there Ginger sat with a huge smile on her face. She greeted me with a huge hug.

"Princess. It's so nice to see you again!" She gushed. She waited for me to answer, but she had another thing coming. "Well aren't you going to answer me?"

I noticed that my parents had followed me up and were standing in the doorway. My father cleared his throat and said. "She won't talk," He said it in a voice that said she's messed up. All I did was glare at him. If you haven't already noticed, my father and I don't always see eye to eye. But still Ginger stayed faithful to me and never gave up hope.

She would sit me in front of my vanity and brush my stringy, short, blonde hair. Saying, and I quote, "We need to pretty you up".

And that's basically my childhood in a nutshell. But you know the worst part of that lonely nine months? They didn't visit me. Not a single time. It's like they couldn't make time out of their 'busy' schedules to make time for me. Childhood in a nutshell, pretty messed up right? Well that's nothing. I'm still the weird kid at school and have no friends, but that's not necessarily true, I have 1.2 million followers on tumbler and ten thousand on Instagram. I know, one of those people who are all alternative and goes to Starbucks every second day.

That's basically me. I go to Starbucks way to much, I spend most my time at the mall, I'm a blogger on anything blogable, I have one to many sweaters with cats on it, only own stretchy pants and skinny jeans and of course you can't forget the spirits. So that's me, a medium and a blogger of all things blogable. I'm a little weird and I hate myself for it. But what can you do? I get desperate sometimes, but I get by everyday.