I Am A Soul Sucker (Completed)

I've always been different from everyone else, that had never bothered me - until now. When I was younger, I had a relatively normal life. I didn't have any friends, but that didn't bother me. I've always been an outsider. Probably for this reason I got used to being looked at crookedly, no matter where I went. Maybe it was my appearance, maybe it was my charisma. I did not know it. My black hair, pale skin and piercing blue eyes had always been a deterrent to my peers. Sometimes they threw words like zombie or corpse girl at me because of that, but I didn't care, I had learned over the years to ignore such remarks. I turned sixteen and was one of the few who had attended boarding school for so long - or rather, had to attend. My parents hadn't called in for more than three years. I was happy about it. You should just stay away from me - who knew how else I would have reacted. It was my eighteenth birthday and therefore time to stand on my own two feet and forget my unpleasant past. Something weird happens after I turn eighteen. the only question is whether for better or for worse ...