Prolouge: The ward

18 year old Andie Macguire is trying to live a normal life while still seeing and hearing her dead grandmother.

        Here I sit, a "normal" girl, brown hair, blue eyes, 18 years old. Only, I guess I'm not so normal at all. If I were normal, I wouldn't be sitting here at Clear View mental hospital watching my room mate shaking in the corner.  If I were normal, I wouldn't have gotten shipped off to get treated for hearing and seeing things that "weren't there". If I were normal I wouldn't have come straight out and told my parents that for the past year, I have held daily two part conversations with my dead grandmother-whom I've never met. But mostly, If I were normal, I wouldn't actually see and hear my dead grandmother.

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