The Clairvoyant's Niece

Rated: R

Confession: I DO NOT OWN 13 GHOSTS!

Author: Hello, Goth Roze here, hoping you enjoy my third 13Ghost story. Please give me a review so I could make them better next time, its been a while since I've been writing anything! Thank you!! Enjoy! 6 chapters in one day! hehehe.

Summary: Teens go off to have some fun in the cemetery, with beer, cigarettes and a few other things. But what happens when that quickly turns into a family reunion and a slaughterhouse? R/R

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13 Ghosts:

The Clairvoyant's Niece

Chapter 9: Memories Hurt

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I watched as mom and my godmother, Kim, started to argue about me; they always fought about me, no matter how much I wanted them not to. Also because of what I was born with and how she's not treating me like mommy's daughter. I put my hands over my ears as they both started yelling and screaming at each other.

My godmother came out from the kitchen and smiled down at me, "Hi, honey. Want to come with me to help me with some cookie?"

She thought I didn't know what she really meant; she was taking me away from mommy, but for some reason I was glad that she was saving me from the woman I called mother. All she did was drink and smoke, leaving me to take care of myself. Sometimes she told me that I was a humiliation to her; she wished I was never born and just went away. She'd always cry herself to sleep in the night, not look at me, or ever smile when I was around.

I was only five when my godmother took me away.

When I turned around twelve, I was very wise, I thought like an adult but kept to myself at all times. Kim took me to a special school; there I learned that I was 'gifted' like my uncle Dennis. I'd never meet or ever heard of an uncle Dennis, but Kim told me that he was a kind man, but never talked to the family.

Kim kept me a secret from the rest of the family; they all thought that I was just an adopted girl that she and Bob found in an orphan. Of course I played along, none of them ever knew that I was 'that cruel woman's' child, as Kim and Bob called my mom. When I turned fourteen, Bob didn't want me around anymore and Kim was never home, so they gave me to a family that would understand my problem.

What a load of shit.

They though I was just another normal girl, they had another daughter; she was a year older than me and hated me with all her life. That was the only thing that we shared in common. Julie's parents tried real hard to make me feel at home, but I'd learned not to expect much from people.

Julie and I never talked to each other, unless forced; no one knew that I was Julie's adoptive sister since they just moved to a new town. She never spoke about me to her friends and I stayed out of her way so her friends wouldn't know I existed. Until once night when 'mom' invited Julie's friends over to dinner and got to know the whole family.

I've been running away since I the first year that I was giving to my new family; it was always Julie's fault that I left and I always went to Paige's place.

Paige was my friend since I moved in with Kim and Bob; we ended up becoming best of friends and she always invited me over to her house. She was my sister, we shared everything and she taught me everything I know now. When I ran away I went to Paige's place, her mother didn't really care and her dad was never home; Paige's brother was only around eight at the time so if you placed with him he'd be fine. They were the only people who actually enjoyed having me around them; unlike everyone else who just passed me around like a vase.

A couple of times Kim would send me reports on how everyone in the family it doing, one day she sent me a newspaper clipping. It said that the Kritikos family survived an unknown explosive that cause half of their house to crash down. On the side, it said that two people, Cyrus K. and Dennis R., were taking by the fatal explosive, still at this time no one but those present know what caused the explosive.

I had no idea how to feel, sad because the only person who knew how I felt at the moment and my uncle was taken at such an early age or unfazed because I really didn't know them or truly cared for the person who was my family.

After my foster parents found out about the news, I was almost forced to spend more time with Julie, and with her friends and her boyfriend so I wouldn't feel rejected, when I turned seventeen. Maybe because mom and dad wanted us to stop arguing with each other about the simplest things, like boys, television channels and looking at each other. I tried to start a conversation with Julie a couple of times, but most of the always ended up with her angry at me and telling me I was a freak or me just giving up and leaving her alone for the rest of the week.

I've never felt so alone; yet, I've never felt so loved by being alone with my own thought of what could have been. My only real family was myself; no one else would tear that away from me. But when he same very thing change for some weird reason…he brought something into my life that I'd been missing. Something that I'd probably never forget; not even in death. Some memories really hurt, but other can warm someone heart, even my almost dead-like one.......