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Introduction thing
My name is Carly Brennan. I'm 21 years old, a student at UCLA, and I live in Los Angeles. And those are the most ordinary things about me. Delve any deeper, and you might not like what you find. 'Cause the rest of me? So far from ordinary.
I hate to go all Sixth Sense on you, but the truth is, I see dead people. Except mine all know they're dead. They're ghosts. People who haven't found their way to the light or whatever you wanna call it. I don't know what's after this life. I believe in the concepts of Heaven and Hell, but mostly because it's comforting. Just think of the alternative. Anyway, since I only talk to people who haven't made it there yet, I don't have any more answers than anyone else. And no, I'm not some friggin' ghost whisperer either. It's not my job to make them cross over or accept their fate. I don't even know what my job is or why I can see them. I just know that I can, and once they realize that, they won't leave me the Hell alone until I help them seek their revenge or finish whatever tasks in life they were cheated out of doing themselves. It's not every day that it happens, but when it does, it's a pain in the ass so I just try to keep my head down and only acknowledge what I know is real.
In some way I haven't figured out yet, it all goes back to my mom. She was killed when I was a baby. Some random act of violence you hear on the news more often than you'd like to. Her spirit came back and with a vengeance. She killed anyone who tried to come near me. I guess she wasn't really ready to let go of me. Eventually, someone came along and knew how to vanquish her. Once she was gone, Social Services tracked down my dad and shipped me off to him here in California. He's a busy cardiac surgeon. I love him, but he's hopeless in so many ways.
So that's basically me. Still living in L.A., studying to be a nurse, and spending time with Sam. He's my lost boy. I found him one day several months ago, half dead and with no memory. Dad had made me promise not to take in any more stray cats (I'm a sucker for them) but he didn't say anything about cute boys. He's slowly getting his memory back though, so that's good. I want to know the real him, since he's kinda my boyfriend now.
Oh, and speaking of wanting to know people; if your name is Kristen Williams, I have a message for you.
I hate to go all Sixth Sense on you, but the truth is, I see dead people. Except mine all know they're dead. They're ghosts. People who haven't found their way to the light or whatever you wanna call it. I don't know what's after this life. I believe in the concepts of Heaven and Hell, but mostly because it's comforting. Just think of the alternative. Anyway, since I only talk to people who haven't made it there yet, I don't have any more answers than anyone else. And no, I'm not some friggin' ghost whisperer either. It's not my job to make them cross over or accept their fate. I don't even know what my job is or why I can see them. I just know that I can, and once they realize that, they won't leave me the Hell alone until I help them seek their revenge or finish whatever tasks in life they were cheated out of doing themselves. It's not every day that it happens, but when it does, it's a pain in the ass so I just try to keep my head down and only acknowledge what I know is real.
In some way I haven't figured out yet, it all goes back to my mom. She was killed when I was a baby. Some random act of violence you hear on the news more often than you'd like to. Her spirit came back and with a vengeance. She killed anyone who tried to come near me. I guess she wasn't really ready to let go of me. Eventually, someone came along and knew how to vanquish her. Once she was gone, Social Services tracked down my dad and shipped me off to him here in California. He's a busy cardiac surgeon. I love him, but he's hopeless in so many ways.
So that's basically me. Still living in L.A., studying to be a nurse, and spending time with Sam. He's my lost boy. I found him one day several months ago, half dead and with no memory. Dad had made me promise not to take in any more stray cats (I'm a sucker for them) but he didn't say anything about cute boys. He's slowly getting his memory back though, so that's good. I want to know the real him, since he's kinda my boyfriend now.
Oh, and speaking of wanting to know people; if your name is Kristen Williams, I have a message for you.