Leaving the life I deserve or what I think is the best for me.

Ever since I was little, I always found everyone equal in my eyes.

I mean, even if it was just a small insect I felt bad seeing it lying dead on the ground. That meant someone had massacred it coldly blooded.

I don't know how I can explain this, but I can talk with ghosts.

Don't ask me how because I won't say the answer

When I talk about it with my mom she just says that those are just illusions for kids and will disappear once I grow up.

But it never.

Don't ask about my dad because I never had one growing up turned into laughing and bullying stock for the kids at school.

Who cares about that shit? As long as I had something to fill my stomach I was as fine as a new sword.

I have a little buddy who is with me 24/7.

Meet my friend Neath who is a little ghost

Say hi to him and thank him for me for keeping me safe.

I have been with him since the day I opened my eyes. He's like my guardian Angel but I would love it if you call him my guardian little Devil.

It may sound weird but sometimes l feel like Neath is me and I am Neath.

Weird indeed? Right?

I rather spend my time with Neath than waste it on ungrateful humans.

I'm human too but sometimes I wish I wasn't born one.

Since young I was obsessed with demon stories and occasionally I wished I was born one.

Then my name would have been The Demon King.

I feel the power within me as I say that name.

But who cares since I'm not one?

I'm just an abnormal kid who is obsessed with demons and ghost stories.

That's what people think.

They have no idea that I can see and talk with ghosts.

Anyway, It might be boring for you to hear me bragging about myself.

Hello, I'm Ice Jolie and people always called me Ice cream

An eighteen-year-old boy who is a psychic advisor.

That's what I think,

Others think I'm crazy.

But who cares about what others think, I know myself better than anyone else.

I'm not as pitiful as I may sound.

I'm a free soul and a little genius.

Don't say a word or I may send Little Neath to hunt you for generations.

Well, recently I have been having this nightmare. The same nightmare for days and if I guessed it correctly someone might need my help.

I remember the details very well.

'So, my nightmare starts with visions of very nice legs'

The legs I yearn to touch... Neath told me I'm too young to think about such things but I think I disagree with him.

I'm very certain they are ladies' legs, no man can have such pretty flawless legs even if he walked on his head for decades.

She walks into the dark dungeon fearless.

Her legs stop moving in the middle of the dungeon and turns.

I could only see the legs.

She then sits down on the ground her back facing me.

"Help me I'm dying," she shouts

Next, I see a group of walking skeletons surrounding her

"Help," she shouts again and that's when I woke up

...

"What do you think about this dream Neath?" I raised a question to him who was jumping up and down on the ground

"That's the soul of a person who has just died and needs her family to know about her. Maybe give her a proper goodbye," Neath answered back

My soul and Neath' are kinda entangled together and can see other souls who need our help together

"Mission on our place Neath, let's go," I said to Neath kicking my baby blanket off