Be My Exorcist
A/N: So this is a story that I originally posted on MyCandyLove, but I thought I'd go ahead and post it here as well. Just to let you know if you spot anything that looks [i] or [/i] or anything like that, please let me know so I can fix it. Thanks :)
Reviews would be appreciated.
~Prologue~
I didn't ask for this. I'm pretty sure that most don't. I mean, how many people do you know wake up and go, 'I want to see dead people!'?
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Okay, so maybe there are a few who would do that, but if they knew of the burden, the pain, I and others like me go through every day, they would be quick to take back those words. I would give anything to be normal, to live the life of an average high school student. But that opportunity is out of reach for me.
Even if I wanted to, I can't ignore them. The spirits are attracted to me, even when I pretend, they know I can see them and automatically they think I can save them. That somehow I can magically get them to the 'other side' or where ever it is that you go after you die. But that isn't the case. I can't do anything for them. I'm as powerless as other humans are. The only one that can help a spirit, is a spirit itself, but unfortunately, their self-confidence lacks greatly.
A lot of the time, spirits get mad at me for not doing anything even when I try explaining it to them. They can't do anything to me physically, but they can do a lot mentally. Exorcists have the ability to see into a spirit's mind, but they don't have much control over it. If a spirit is determined enough, they can keep me from seeing their past or force me to relive all of their horrid memories and there's nothing I can do to stop them. I've seen a lot because of this, from births to family deaths, from peaceful times to wars, from wondrous love to bitter hate. Thousands of emotions, surging through my mind as a spirit pours all of its anguish into me.
It's enough to drive a normal man insane.
But, as you've probably figured out, I'm nowhere near normal. So what's the point then? Why do I have the power to see dead people and can do nothing to help them? I suppose that the person 'in charge' so to speak decided that they would make humankind's life that much more miserable for a select group. Perhaps, we did something, when we were really young that made us be punished like this. Going back through my childhood, though I can think of nothing that would cause me to deserve this cruel fate.
I'm the only child of Alyssa and Paul Rivers. My dad was never around, and I never met anyone in his family. My mom used to tell me that one day he would be back, but he never did. She died waiting for him. I was 12 when she passed away. She had an illness that couldn't be cured, a sickness that wasn't actually physical. She died, broken. When I found her, she had been clutching the one picture we had of my father.
He's the one I've gotten my looks from. Long chestnut hair that falls over my shoulders, blue-green eyes that share the same tired look, and a splash of freckles across the nose. It seemed weird for an adult to have freckles, but my father looked so natural with them. I couldn't bring myself to hate him, for leaving us, for in a way, killing my mom. She always told me there was a reason why he left, but never elaborated on it. He would come back.
But when he did, it would be too late.
Moving on from my 'tragic' backstory, I should tell you why you're reading this. To be honest, I really don't know. I'm writing all of this down before I forget it, so that one day a certain person can read this and understand what I was thinking, how I felt through these past few months, because I know I wasn't that clear with them during this time. I don't know if you're that person….
But if you are, I hope that one day you can forgive me.