Adelaide Throes // [District Three]

When I was a little girl, my best friend was a ghost. She wasn't imaginary, like my parents wanted to believe. She'd lived and died, right in our very house, and she wasn't very much older than me, and then somehow over the years, she got a lot younger. Ghosts are strange and wonderful like that. We played and we talked and we fought. When my parents insisted I give her up for my tenth birthday (double digits!), I said I'd rather give them up than her.

I guess I just never found the real world that appealing.

In some ways being a teenager was easier. Everyone turned out just to be as weird and horribly adjusted as I'd always been. It was almost like I became the Queen Bee of the weirdos. None of them were gifted like I was, but that never bothered me. Until I met a vvitch. I knew. I knew the way you know that you're falling in love. It's so instinctual, so dramatic and so basic at the same time. So when I was offered a draft of poison, I took it, even knowing what would come.

Soon, my little ghost friend would have a ghost friend of her own.

Except I survived.

I am a miracle and testament to their healing. After that, I gave up school and any passing attempt at normalcy. I vowed to preach in their name, to dedicate my life to them. It's not much of a life, but I think somehow they might need me, too.