What if anything was possible? If you can think it, it can happen. Picture a car wreck, seconds later, watch the collision front and center. Just like that three people, actual people with families and friends, gone. You were only six.
It took a while for you to catch on, but from an early age, you knew you weren't right. At first you thought you could see things before they happened, like a clairvoyant or something. Only after you saw your own hand clench and come away with a flower only you could imagine, the same one you'd been drawing since 6th grade, distinct scent of paper and pencil but tangible. A real life flower, 18 soft petals, shaded in all the right places, you began to realize that no clairvoyant could ever do that. Not even in the movies.
Now you're in your twenties and you've learned to control what you're thinking, no impulsive thoughts that creep up and cause damage to the outside world, you're in complete control. You live alone, in a studio apartment, above the busy streets of New York City. You shop at the local mini mart off 8th street on your way home every night. Perusing the aisles vacant and tired after working all day at the diner on the corner of 10th and Park Hill. You wave at the neighbor children on your way up the stairs groceries clutched in your other hand, they don't wave back, never do. You stand in the kitchen eating your chicken ramen, topped with an over easy egg, dashed with soy sauce. Staring blankly at the tv until you're finished eating, you wash the dishes and head to bed. No shower tonight, though it's been three days, why bother? Who's going to be smelling you? It's not like you have friends or a boyfriend, life is lonely.
