Chapter One

It took no effort at all to leave my crazed mother and her theories about me, all I had to do was wait till she was asleep before walking out the front door not bothering to pack clothes or even shut the door behind me. I left with all of a have empty backpack and thirty dollars which was enough to get me a bus ticket out of the city of Calgary, at the time I didn't know where I was going but then again I didn't really care as long as I got as far away from that bitch as possible. Now you may be thinking "oh Riley what was so bad that you wanted to leave so badly" well to answer you I would have to start at the beginning, the very beginning.

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I don't remember much from my childhood but from what I do, it was a living hell, ever since I was old enough to talk ,which I guess would be the age of two or three, I was forever doomed to walk the halls of every mental hospital you could think of in Alberta, never being out for longer than a few weeks. My mother, Mackenzie Angeles thought I had schizophrenia thus resulting in me being constantly admitted, though the truth behind that was worse I guess you could say, starting at a young age I was gifted with the abilities to see and talk to dead people, and hear and feel people's thoughts and emotions, but we'll get back to that later I have more to tell you about little old me.

I never knew my father but I have a strong feeling he was a dick, he thought it would be a good idea to leave his infant daughter in the hands of a lunatic, like ok I understand where Mackenzie was coming from, I was a kid who talked to thin air and always seemed to know just what you were thinking and feeling, but seriously 16 years in multiple asylums is a little much don't you think. I gave up on trying to know about who my father was or is. I've asked Mackenzie hundreds upon thousands of times just to tell me one thing about him but she either ignored me or got angry and left the room.

Ok enough of that, where was I, oh ya my gifts, ya not much to tell you in that department other then the constant need to go deaf. You would think that seeing dead people and hearing thoughts and feeling other peoples emotions is amazing, well let me tell you it's anything but, it fucking blows, you constantly have a migraine from all the noise and don't even get me started on the sleep deprivation. I know the ghosts I see are just lost and need help to cross over but you try doing that when everyone think you're crazy and are only running on one hour of sleep. With all the time I've spent in the hospitals, you would think that I'd find a way to turn down the volume but it's harder than you think, I've spent years trialling and erroring but it's hard to teach yourself something when you don't fully understand it, I had no one to teach me so I gave up.

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I hadn't even realized the bus stopped till someone nudged my shoulder. I slowly and sleepy opened one eye then the other, noticing that the person who nudged me was the bus driver. "End of the line sweetheart" the elderly man said in a tired way. "Oh uh may I ask where we are" I ask looking out the window and being met with a dark sky only being lit up by the moonlight. "your in Bitterbrook bc, this is as far as the bus goes, if you wouldn't mind I would like to lock up and find a place to sleep, it's been a long day." he says scratching the back of his neck like I'd be offended that he's kicking me off. I take a deep breath before moving to stand up and start walking toward the exit. I can't help but listen in on his thoughts only to find that he's really exhausted and that he's too old for this shit. I laugh quietly to myself as I step out into the crisp night air.

Once I'm a few feet away from the bus I look back to see the old man locking the door and walking towards me. "If you're looking for a place to stay there's a little motel just up ahead" He says as he starts walking in the direction he was talking about. " Thanks, mind if I follow along, '' I say as I start walking a few steps behind him. "Not at all" the man says as he walks, I follow in silence, well so it would seem to the naked eye, but to mine it all but, I look around the dark street to find that there are a little over a dozen ghosts walking lifelessly alongside me, a shiver goes down my spine as I realize their not the only supernatural being following me.