As always I don't not own criminal minds… Just the OC. Please R&R.

I can just hear them now. The problem child, the strange one. Not wanted. Not needed. Nothing to them other than their flesh and blood. It wasn't my fault. It's not my fault I can hear things and move things. Although trying to strangle him was my doing. But he raised his hand to me, calling me vile names. They act as though I asked for this as though I wanted it.

I am a problem and a problem they no longer want. Not that they truly wanted me in the first place. I heard the term often enough, a mistake and given their faith they couldn't terminate me. Just now I am a bigger problem.

"We are sending you to your grandfather in France." His face blank and cold as he spoke to me.

I could only nod. I already knew. The second I had let slip about his affair, I was pushed out the door, just as quick as her. What if he doesn't want me either? What if he sees me as a freak, a problem, a disgrace to the family.

I heard my mother the other day say the family home was cursed and that father John was going to bless the house in a few days. I guess that means I will be gone before then. Nice to know that is what they truly think of me. A demon. Why else would our. Sorry. Their home need blessing? Let's just hope my grandfather doesn't turf me ou,t as then I'll have nowhere to go. Not wanted by anyone. Is there truly a point to life? I find myself asking that question a lot lately.

I have been on this campus for the past eight months, the girl I share a dorm with gives me such a headache. And I thought my mother was fake. There again I am still here talking to her, I know she took pity on me. I also know all her friends think I am a freak, the sad fact is I am a freak.

I have tried so hard to blend in here, although I doubt I am. Some days I wonder if it is just the thoughts I can hear or are they truly calling me these names to my face? Wish my grandfather had taught me more, he was the only person that truly wanted me.

I tried to contact my uncle, he laughed and told me to go to hell. I'm unsure he believed me or if it was the fact of what his brother did to him. My father shunned him, and then both my parents shunned me.

"Hi"

I couldn't help but swallow as I looked at her. The first time I laid eyes on her, she took my breath away. At first I wasn't sure she was talking to me, but her gaze never altered.

"I'm Amy"

I nodded slightly as I held out my hand. "Emily" I mumbled.

"I believe we have a class together?" I frown slightly as I look at her.

"We do?" I can't help the sceptical glance.

"Psych"

"Yeah" okay now I am feeling like a hormonal teenage girl. But my god those eyes, I back away slightly. For the first time in years I can't feel anything, I can't see her thoughts.

"Are you okay?"

I nod slightly. Blank, void, nothingness. I push slightly maybe she is like me?

"Are you sure?" She asks me again.

Okay maybe not. "Yeah, I'm good" I finally answer, oh I could drown in those eyes.

"Fancy sitting with me?"

I'm screwed! Is this love at first sight? Or am I just drooling over the most attractive women on campus? I look around, wondering if someone is yanking my chain, let's get the freak. Wouldn't be the first time.

"Why?" and the dumbest question of the century goes to me.

"Why not?"

That's a million dollar question right there. I can't help shrug slightly. "You'll lose any popularity points if you sit with me." Oh boy, I really need to think before I open my mouth and words come out.

"Didn't know there was a contest" this time she smirks at me.

I'm starting to wonder if she is one of those mean girls. Be friends with the freak, let them get close then rip the carpet right from underneath them. "Well, it's just that." Yes I sound like a hormonal teenager.

"Is there a law saying I can't sit with you?" She raises her eyebrow at me.

"No."

"If you sat with me would that make it better?" I can hear the amusement in her voice as she looks at me.

"Okay" I do have a high IQ, honest. Just not when there's her.

"So that makes it completely different? Or am I missing the point completely?"

Okay how to explain that I am a social outcast. "You're missing the point."

"Okay and the point you are trying to make is?" I can still hear the amusement in her voice.

I sigh slightly. "You won't have many friends if people see you with me."

"Good job I don't want many friends then."

I wonder if I've reached the point where someone has just taken pity on me. Maybe seen me on my own, one too many times. "I'm not a charity case." Really, Emily engage brain!

"I know you're not, and I don't really do charity."

I look at her again, before I look around, but again I hear and feel nothing. I am not sure if that gives me slight comfort or it makes me on edge? Maybe both. I give a slight nod. "Okay"

"So what subjects are you taking?"

"Psych." Okay maybe she knows that since she brought it up, but right now words fail me.

"I know." I could hear the slight amusement in her voice. "I'm not going to hurt you."

I frown at her now. I can't help the slight sigh that escapes my lips. "How can you say that?"

I watch as she shrugs. "I have nothing to gain if I hurt you."

What the hell? Have I slipped into an alternative universe or something? Am I dreaming? I can't help the blank look I give her. Now I am just waiting, is this a trap?

"We'll see." I mumble slightly.

She nods at me slightly. "May I sit with you in class?"

I swallow slightly. "If you want." I can't help averting my gaze.

"I'll see you in class then." Her hand rested slightly on my shoulder. "Everyone needs a friend Emily."

I can only nod as I watch her walk away. I close my eyes slightly. I'm either screwed or she is playing a cruel game.