A murderer. A crazy woman. That is what they all call me. Apparently, to me, I'm seeing the dead, which makes me crazy to everyone, but I know I'm not or am I?Being stuck in a psychiatric hospital with a pending murder case at hand is not how pictured this time of my life. I don't really get it. I am a lot of things that I'm not proud of, but certainly not a murderer. How on earth will I be able to vindicate myself if the dead is making me look like a murderer? How will I be able to vindicate myself when my past ways aren't even something to write home about, and all it can do is just spice up my case? How will l be able to save me when I, and the dead was never on good terms, and I happen to be the cause of it all? What have I done to myself?