Some people say that when you die a part of your soul stays where you passed way. They say that you never fully leave until you are completely content.

Others say it's a lie a myth. I say they don't have my fate.

All my life the only time anyone ever really talked to me was to give me some inspirational crap.

What did they know…I mean they didn't have the curse that I have to deal with everyday.

Confused? Let me take you on a ride down memory lane back to the beginning.

I was never really lived anywhere so nothing in my life was consistent. Friends would leave, family would leave, and eventually my parents would leave me too...

As a child my dreams were my best friends. They were the one thing in my life that I could count on. My dreams let me escape from reality who at the time was my worst enemy.

Needless to say I was never awake for too long.

My dreams showed me images of places I would later see and told me of people that I would later meet.

It was only later that I realized that it wasn't a good thing.

Every place had a murder and every person had a dark secret.

Every time I touched something that belonged to them or the place they died I would see the last thing they saw and hear the last thing they thought.

For the first few times that it happened it was great I felt like the heroine in the movies I would be the girl that all those people came to for help. I would belong somewhere.

Okay I admit it I have issues. But cut me some slack here I was only a kid.

After a while I started to lose touch with reality and everyone started to lose touch with me.

There were times when I woke up in strange places miles away from home with out a clue in the world of where I was.

My parents even put me away in an insane asylum. Oh! The fun that was! Turned out they raped and killed people there.

Yeah…eventually I would escape that place and never looked back. I pretty much gave in to my "gift" and let it take me where ever.

What you all don't know is that this 'gift' of mine hurts and could possibly kill me.

To make matter worse my eyes shed tears of blood every time I get a vision of someone's death.

It sucks.

Well now that you know all the juicy details here's what's going on now.

I had a dream that I needed to look for something in a particular house. It was a normal looking house. A one story with a small pool in the back.

Not to long ago I woke up in that house on the floor of the old dusty house. I got up and dusted myself off and started to look around.

Turns out that a couple was murdered there…of course…well their killer was never caught so that's were I come in. Hooray for me!

When I looked around the house I saw something that deeply disturbed me. In a small room of the house laid the ramblings of a psychopath.

The wall were covered with things like 'I have to kill them they want to be killed' and 'they want to kill me' 'I've been a bad boy bad boys get the belt' and lastly 'I've done it'

I touched the walls and while I didn't get any visions I did get black tears. Black tears meant it was something the killer had done. Great this was done by the killer which means he's insane.

This must have been the killer's parent's house.

I got all the clues I could find I really did then the trail went cold until this morning when I woke up here at this bridge.

When I touched the railing I had another vision.

It was a woman. She was crying. Saying things like…

Please don't make me do this…he needs me…we can forget about everything and move on like always

He cant hate me…it can't me true I…

Logan…my son I love you…

With that it ended. The blood tears falling from my eyes.

I fell to my knees in pain and just laid there for a little bit until I could get up.

That's where I am now two hours later and still on the floor. In my Pjs. The Blood on my eyes gone.

"Are you okay" I hear a voice call out to me. I froze for a little bit but responded

"Yeah I'm alright" I got up to see who it was there was a boy standing in front of me giving me the weirdest look.

"What are you doing on the floor?" He asked me the curiosity burning in his eyes. I know that look very well. It's the look I get when I am trying to find out about some juicy gossip.

"You wouldn't believe me even if I told you" I said casually. I usually try not to make close friends with people because I never say in the same place for very long.

"Try me" He responded with his hands crossed.

"Okay…fine…I'm here because I have to solve a murder" I said expecting the weird looks everyone else gives me. But that look never came.

Odd.

Very Odd.

Instead his head and ears purked up. He looked a little shocked but interested.

"Who's?" He asked. Not bothering to hide his interest.

"The Distressed Maiden" I said. I didn't know the lady's name so I gave her one. I wasn't going around saying hey what do you know about the death of Logan's Mom.

"The distressed Maiden?" He repeated.

"Yes someone died here a woman that loved her son so much but I think someone was telling her to jump someone told her, her son didn't love her back even though she felt it wasn't true she jumped anyway"

He looked at me in total shock. "How did you know that" He asked me he was starting to get defensive. His demeanor completely changed the news had caught him off guard. It must hit close to home.

"I seriously have no idea how I know but I know it and I have a job to do before I lose the trail" I said. Starting to walk away.

"I can help you…I know the family….of the woman…she was"

I interrupted him there "Please don't tell me anything I don't want to get too attached"

"Fine then just let me help you" He told me he sounded desperate and frustrated.

"Okay" I said. I could use the help. Maybe this case would be over soon. And I could go back to…

Oh yeah I have nothing to go back to...Damn.

"So how do you know all that stuff about her anyway" He asked me.

"I'm kind of…psychic…"

"Psychic…" He repeated as if not truly believing me.

"Yeah…ever since I was a little girl I had dreams and visions to last a life time. I basically go around solving murders and catching killers" I said to him. The fact that he hadn't run away yet was interesting.

"I know of someone like that but she doesn't have your…talent" That was new…my talent.

"Talent…nice…I consider it more of a curse" He gave me the weirdest look and then asked why…

I told him everything. From when I was a child till today what it's been like with my "talent".

It felt good to have someone to talk to especially since I had just witnessed the murder.

"So when you don't find a clue your "curse" takes you there…what if the killers there" He asked.

"Then my ass is out of luck" I said. He laughed at the comment I made. He had a nice laugh I noticed.

"I must be nice to travel without the hassle though…going to different places seeing different things" ah the naive how stupid they are.

"Oh yeah its great I get to go all around the world seeing murders everywhere. I get to see the sickoes of the world up close and personal." I said with a distain in my voice.

"So I guess we should get started then" he said with an eager look in his eyes. He must be very close to the family I thought.

"Who are you by the way?" I asked him. "Logan…Logan Echolls" He said as he extended his hand to me.

Logan…I though…as the hamster wheels in my head started turning.