TLM

Prologue-

I’ve always been a little different. I mean I’m sixteen, I hate talking and I rather be left alone. My grandma used to take me to this crackpot shrink, who pretty much slapped a “post traumatic stress disorder” stamp on my forehead. He shot me up with anti-depressants and sent me off on my merry way after telling my grandma that I’ll be “all fine” and that if I really start to worry her to enroll me in several after school activities to help me become “happy” again.

In all reality, the pills made me tired and cranky, and the after school activities just forced me to believe that I truly didn’t belong anywhere on this earth. At the age of nine was starting my first thoughts of suicide, and would have succeeded if I hadn’t thought how much I looked like my mom that day.

“Look at your self Keilani, look how pathetic you look. Just like mommy, here I am wallowing in self misery… for what? Because mommy doesn’t care, because daddy left… pathetic, being like mom is a stupid thing.”

After that day, I decided not to think of my mother, or my father, or everyone else other then my grandma; who in reality was the only family member that still cared.

Then one day she passed away, and I met Collette Seldon… And there’s the whole “you’re the soul defender of Earth” thing…