"Baby girl, those were just dreams. they aren't real."
"Hey kid, stop blabbering nonsense everywhere. Ghosts and spirits don't exist."
"Hello, are you Rena's mother? I am calling you to refer your daughter to the psychiatrist."
"Rena it's just your imagination."
"They aren't real!"
I've been hearing these statements for almost my whole life. But I never treated them as words that I've just heard, I treated them as nightmares. Self-depreciating nightmares that induce my existential crisis. Everybody keeps calling me crazy when I was a kid, telling me things that I've been telling lies of hocus-pocus and sorcery. But I swear to God, I haven't forged any of my experiences at all. They're real, the things I've experienced are real. There's a soul inside me and I can feel it, but I have never let it taken full control of my body. I always considered it as a part of me, if not a separate being.
But as I grew up I've left that side of me to adjust to the real world. I told myself (or ourselves) that I have to set my "other spirit" aside so that I could fit in. It wasn't rough at first, all I had to do is to be like everybody, ridiculing everyone who doesn't fit within the society. And it was easier than what I've expected. Eventually I have abandoned the me that was the Spirit within me and I have become the me that was, Rena Clara.
I thought I left that life of me behind, I thought when I entered college I'll finally escape from the delusions I had.
But meeting Kent made me go back to the lifestyle I've almost forgotten.
He made me awaken, the spirit within.
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Spirited Within
Teen FictionRena has always spaced out a lot when she was a kid. She always told people how there's someone else within her own body but no one ever believed the things she saif. Now approaching her first year of college, her perception of herself has changed w...