"I remember when I was a baby," Lucy thought to herself. Lucy enjoys thinking of her past and she likes to pretend she is a “grown-up” sometimes, even though she is only seven years old.

People don’t have a memory of the time when they were babies but Lucy does. Lucy remembered being inside her mother’s womb and she remembered being born.

Lucy isn’t like most children, she was born with two incredible gifts; Lucy has the ability to hear people’s thoughts but her second gift most people might consider more of a curse.

Lucy sees things, strange and horrifying things, things so frightening that even the bravest person would shudder in fear at the mere thought of obtaining such a gift but Lucy isn’t afraid. Lucy has never been afraid.

"I remember when my mother would cradle me in her arms," Lucy continued to think.

"My mother would sing songs to me until I would fall asleep. Then she would place me inside my soft crib which was in the center of my room. My mother’s thoughts were full of love."

Lucy smiled remembering the sound of her mother’s sweet voice, it reminded her of song birds singing. She sat up from her bed and stared at the center of her room where her crib used to stand.

"I miss my crib," Lucy thought longingly. She was too big to fit in her crib, at least that’s what her mother had told her.

“Big girls sleep on a bed,” Lucy said mimicking her mother’s voice. She then stared at the dark corner of her room and smiled.

Lucy shook the thought from her head and once again lay down on her "big-girl" bed and began thinking of the time when she was a baby.

"I remember waking up when everyone else was asleep. It was dark except for the light of the moon which shined from my bedroom window." Lucy never cried when she was a baby, but this made her mother concerned. Babies are supposed to cry after all. But Lucy didn’t need to cry, because she was different.

"Even when everyone was asleep I knew I was never alone. I could always see faces at the edge of my crib, faces that would stare at me but I wasn’t able to hear their thoughts. They wouldn’t talk to me, they wouldn’t pick me up from my crib to cradle me in their arms and they wouldn’t even sing to me, they would just stand there at the edge of my crib and stare." Lucy giggled remembering how strange their faces looked. While the average sane human being would be afraid of such bizarre things, Lucy on the other hand found it amusing.

"Every night I would wake up and see the faces staring at me," Lucy continued. "I use to wonder, if the faces were there even when I was asleep. I also used to wonder, if anyone else could see the faces like I could. Until one night, as I began to awake I looked down at the edge of my crib and was surprise not to see the faces staring back. I looked around to try to find them but they were gone. At that moment my mother had walked into the room."

“Where’s my little sweetie.” Lucy’s mother had said in her baby voice.

She made her way towards the crib and picked Lucy up out of it.

“Are you hungry my dear? Let’s go get you a bottle.” But as Lucy’s mother carried her darling little girl away, Lucy stared back to her crib and there at the edge, were the faces staring back at her.

"I remember holding out my hand to my friends and they did the same. This was the first time I had ever seen their hands. In fact, this was the first time I had ever seen them move at all. Their hands were strange, they were different, not like my mother’s hands at all." Lucy smiled, she considered these strange beings her friends.

“What’s wrong my dear?” Lucy’s mother had said as she turned around to see what her daughter was calling out to. Her mother stared at the direction of the crib. “Don’t worry honey there’s nothing there.” She said, turning back towards the door.

"My mother couldn’t see them," Lucy thought. She felt happy that she could see something that no one else could. Lucy also felt happy because she knew that she would never feel lonely.

As time went by, Lucy began to understand her strange friends. All they would do is stare but they had began to allow her to hear their thoughts but only the thoughts they wanted her to hear.

Lucy remembered a time when she first started school and her "friends" had followed her.

"While all the other children were talking and laughing with each other I used to sit in the corner and talk to my friends. They were good listeners," Lucy thought to herself. She didn’t like the other children because they just didn’t understand her. Their thoughts were full of hate. Some children would make fun of her because she was always alone and she would talk to herself. But those kids didn’t know about Lucy’s friends, they didn’t know what they were capable of.

"My friends told me they were going to fix the kids that were mean to me. They told me that no one should ever make me feel sad." Lucy knew her friends loved her a lot, this made her very happy.

So Lucy spent her school days alone with her strange friends and those kids never bothered her again but as time went by, some people started to get suspicious of Lucy and her friends. People started to notice that every child that ever spoke or even got near to Lucy suffered the same horrible fate.

"My mother had asked me one day if I had something to do with the strange behaviors of the kids in my class. Her thoughts told me she was very worried about me but I didn’t tell her about my friends because they told me never to tell anyone. You're not suppose to tell other people when someone tells you a secret." Lucy giggled.

"I told her that I didn’t know why the kids were acting strange but I could tell she didn’t believe me. She told me I was sick and that I needed to talk to a doctor so I could get better."

Lucy’s mother didn’t understand that Lucy is special. Lucy isn’t like all the children in her class or even the world, she’s unique. She thought that if Lucy talked to a psychiatrist she would be cured of her abnormality and become a normal little girl, just like she always wanted.

Lucy loved her mother and she would never want anything bad to happen to her but her friends didn’t like it when Lucy was sad.

"They told me they were going to fix her and they told me they would clean up the mess so I wouldn’t get in trouble. This made me very happy."

"Soon there after, my mother stopped talking about the kids from my school and she stopped worrying all together. Her thoughts were only about how much she loved me and how much she wanted to make me happy. She’s also able to see my friends now and I think she likes them. My mother might be different but she’s better now."

Lucy got up from her bed and sat down at the edge. Her friends stared at her and she stared back. They held out their hands so Lucy could hold them. She stood up and walked towards the dark corner of her room, never once letting go of her friend's hands. As she got closer the dim light from her window shined at the corner of her room revealing her mother's face. Lucy got closer and kissed her mother softly on the cheek.

"I love you mom," Lucy said, smiling. She was happy.

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