I don't own the characters being used, Stephenie Meyer does. Also if the idea of a pill popping, emotionally void Bella comes from an episode of Skins. So cudos to Cadie and MTV! The rest is mine! -insert evil laugh-

The Ghosts' Adversary

My friends never believed me when I said I saw a ghost. I was absolutely positively, sure that what I saw was something out of the ordinary. It was very pale, with sharp burst of color every so often, but always a lingering shadow that seemed to follow me. It drove me crazy! And soon it made people actually think I was crazy. They were tired of my sudden outbursts in class or my paranoid mumblings about some kind of nonsense. So they drugged me up and sent me away.

Away to a place that I really didn't wanted to be. The stupid psychiatrist thought that I was experiencing these "troubling mental fits" because I haven't seen my sorry excuse of a father almost all of my life. So here I am flying up to Seattle to meet my father at the airport. Truly, I don't even view him as a father. He's just "Charlie" and nothing more. But I promised that I was going to be a big girl about the whole situation and suck it up, take my meds, and attempt to be sociable. I didn't promise when though.

*Sneaky Sneaky*

Personally I like the drugs, because it numbs the visions of the ghosts and gives me a nice fluffy high as a bonus. But to counter the numb, I have a whole arsenal of drugs that the doctors thought would help me feel something again. A red pill to feel happy, blue pill to fill sad, and those irregular colors that go in-between. I haven't been able to laugh or smile in years without those pills. It's really sad. Or at least I think it is because this is a blue pill. *pop*

A flight attendant gets on the PA announcing our approach. The plane screeching across the runway reminds me of my mother, Renee, yelling at me when I first got home after being kicked out of school.

Again.

I walked into the house thinking that I was just going to go into my room to take a nap, but here she come squawking gibberish shit at me. She keeps repeating that I never try and am not ever going to accomplish anything if I look "like that".

I glanced down at myself. I thought I looked nice, or blind in-able. I don't want too much attention to come to me." It's better to be a wall flower than a social butterfly," is my motto.

But deep inside I figured she was right. I looked horrible. My hair was a mess, nails halfway chipped off, skin super pale and my eyes were sunken in from being without sleep for so long. But then I got angry, the only real emotion I could feel or even partway express without having to be doped up. It started in the pit of my stomach and travelled up to my head, engulfing it in rage and blinding my eyes with red. How dare she throw insults and judgments at me! I'm not the only crazy addict in this household. At least I take my addiction in the form of pills and not sex.

Speaking of pills I haven't had the chance to take the next set. She was blocking me from my goal and I could feel the numbness creeping away. I started to feel again and really see again. And I hated every moment of it. The second the medication's control slipped, so did the barrier keeping Them away.

Grey and white figures floated in and out of my vision. Taunting me, testing my limits.

I quickly ran upstairs and grabbed a handful of whatever pills were on my nightstand. And taking them in my hand, I forcefully swallowed them. Yet the figures continued to swarm. Getting closer and closer with every ragged breath i took.

At that moment I completely forgot about my nagging mother behind me and swiped at a ghost getting too close to me. In turn I hit her straight in the face causing her to stagger at the top of the stairway and almost fall. But I didn't care about her at the time. I just wanted to make it stop.

And stopped it did, as i faded into darkness.