As I was growing more and more ghosts appeared. They were following me everywhere. There were no place where I could get some peace. I couldn't even rest because they cried out for help at the middle of the night too.
I tried to get rid of them by running away and hide. I tried to get help too. But none of the exorcists wanted to help me. I have colorful imagination, they said. Adults... No one believes you if you're just a kid.
Mom tried to help me some way. She tried to calm me down and explain that this isn't wrong.
"This is a blessing, my dear, and you just need paitence." she said." If they want help, you should figure out how to solve their problem."
"But how to solve it if I don't know the problem? They can't say anything except the word help" I asked but she couldn't answer.
"I'm sorry, my son. I can't help you with this" she apologized.
Father didn't even tried to help. He usually just laughed at me or hit me for saying such ridicilous stories.
So I needed to find a solution myself.
I tried to write talismans. I read about it in an interesting book that I found at the library of the school. I thought it would work, I did everything as the book said. Unfortunatelly, it was useless.
I drew circles.
I prayed.
I tried to blow them away.
I locked them in a room but they walked through the walls.
I brought garlic with me. (Yeah, I know they're not vampires. I was desperate.)
"Help!" they said.
"Help!" they cried.
"Help!" they shouted.
Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!
"Help!" they begged.
"Stop it, please! I can't help" I thought.
"Help! Help! Help!" they continued.
"What if I can't see them anymore? Will they still follow and beg me? All this power is coming from my eyes, so if I..." I thought and went to the kitchen.
"If I just..." I grabbed a knife.
"Will be this nightmare over if I just cut out my eyes?" I hold the knife to my eyes.
"I put an end to this!" I moved my hands.
"Stop!" shouted my mum and grabbed my hands.
"Let me, mum! I have to do it!" I shouted.
"I can't bear it anymore!" I cried.
Mum gave away the knife and hugged me tightly.
"I'm sorry! This is all my fault." She cried too. "I contacted my clan for help, I'm waiting their respond so please," she caressed my head "please keep on just a little."
I listened to her and waited. I kept on because of her, but she never got the respond.
"I don't belong to this world. I've felt this way for so long. Why am I feel like that? Because I'm always surrounded by the souls of dead people. I can see them because I have the eyes of Angels.
My name is Shinshi Kishin and this is the story of my eyes."
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