Hey, guys. I'm back with another story, and I got to say, this one is a wild ride. It really hits a lot of different genres as we proceed forward, so I labeled this with the main ones. I hope you enjoy it :)

Trigger Warning: This story contains some dark topics, so if that is something you don't want to read right now, I completely understand. If you want something more light-hearted, I suggest checking out my story Rise, the only story I'm actually proud of besides this one.

Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy this

Prologue

The sun was exceptionally bright today Sam noticed as she walked out the front doors of the hospital. She immediately sneered at the orb in the sky as if it would dim on command; she hated the morning sun. Even more than the month she spent at this godforsaken hospital program she unwillingly participated in. The only reason she got out this early was because the new school year was about to start; her senior year. Too bad it was at a completely different high school than where she was previously attending. Her parents thought a change in schools would help put more pep in her step, but Sam only spat at the idea. There wasn't a peppy bone in her body. Speaking of her parents, they were the first people she saw as she exited the hospital, ready to take her home. They were able to visit throughout the month, and the only good thing about the hospitalization was the break she got from them, but now it was time for things to go back to normal.

Well, whatever normal was for her anyway.

"We're glad you're back," her mother, Pamela, broke the silence as they drove back to their house. "You'll come back to a clean room."

"You went into my room?" She asked with an annoyed tone from the back seat. Was nothing sacred to them?

"What did you expect? It was a mess," her father, Jeremy, replied from the driver's seat. "Especially with the way you left it." Sam blocked out the memories that came to her mind from the last time she was in her room. Maybe it was a good thing they cleaned it.

"Thank you," she grumbled, looking out the window. It wasn't long until they pulled into the driveway of their massive home. A home too big for three people, Sam thought, but nonetheless, it was home. She immediately made her way up the stairs once they entered.

"Do you want some breakfast?" Pam called after her, but Sam didn't hesitate and continued up.

"I'm not hungry," she said back, turning the corner to see the door to her bedroom was open. She stepped inside, closed the door, and shoved aside any flashbacks that went through her head. She looked around to see everything was the way she left it. At least they didn't mess with her stuff. Letting out a long exhale, she collapsed onto her bed.

After all that has happened, her parents still didn't understand the full magnitude of what she had been through. They barely understood her at all. They were completely opposite in every way. Her parents were cheery, optimistic, colorful. She was gloomy, moody, and liked things others considered creepy. Well, except for her curse, or lack thereof a better word.

Sam Manson could see spirits.

She didn't mean the ghosts that haunted Amity Park for the past three years. Everyone could see those spirits. She saw the ones nobody else was able to see. It has been that way for as long as she could remember. When she was younger she wasn't sure what it was, dismissing it as her imagination. It was when she got older that realized what was going on. She tried telling her parents, but they didn't believe her, so she chose to suffer in silence. If they couldn't understand, no one would. She was a freak.

She had just closed her eyes when she heard a faint ringing in her ears. Someone was here. It always happened the same. First, it was the faint ringing, then the feeling of anxiety in her stomach when she finally laid eyes on who was there with her. She assumed it was because she was feeling what they were feeling. Sad, lonely, confused, lost. She sat up and opened her eyes, seeing a little boy about ten years old. He had severe trauma to his head and looked like a deer in headlights. Sam gave the usual answer she gave everyone she saw.

"I'm sorry. I don't know how to help you." The little boy cocked his head to the right but seemed to get the message since he disappeared. At least he didn't show her his memories. She couldn't see them without permission from the spirits and she didn't know how to do it on her own, nor did she want to. The last thing she wanted was to be assaulted by violent memories of others that she didn't want to see, but unfortunately, it happened more often than naught. It seemed she could never catch a break. The amount of spirits she saw during her hospitalization was astounding. She saw it coming, though. It was a hospital after all. The whole time she had to pretend like she saw nothing, much like she did when she was in public anyway.

She let out a frustrated grunt as she thought of the new school she'd be going to. She didn't understand why she couldn't finish her senior year in the private school called Amity. Her parents just had to switch her at the last second to Casper High School. It was just another place she would be labeled as a loner, just like the last time.

She was not looking forward to this.

This is obviously just the prologue, so a lot of questions will be answered throughout this story, but not right away ;)

I'll see you guys next week :)