We were all told to get along and be friends in the orphanage. It would make the other kids feel less lonely see. But the thing was, I was in an orphanage for mentally disabled children. They thought I was crazy! All those hours of relentless screaming at night, of course they did. But I’m not. So it was quite hard for me to get along with the other kids. But I do have friends. Ok fine, one friend. My only true friend, Samantha. Sam has dyslexia and her parents were killed in a car crash too. And she’s the only one who knows my secret and actually believes it. She doesn’t believe to make me feel better but she truly and really believes. And she remains to be the only one.
It’s actually quite funny how Sam and I became friends. It started out with something that would have usually ended a relationship. A fight. She was teasing me and I got mad and then she pushed me down and when she came to comfort me we became friends. I guess it’s the fact that she actually tried to comfort me when others would have just walked away. The other thing is, she actually accepted me for who I was. My insecurities and imperfections. She took the time to get to know me. My fears, my likes, even something as simple as my favourite colour. And that’s how I slowly opened up to her. I started out with small secrets, mostly about other people and then finally I decided to take the drastic step and tell her. So I took a deep breath during ne of our midnight chats and whispered,” I know when someone is going to die. I can see it in my dreams.” And I held my breath, waiting for her reaction. She just looked at me blankly and then her face lit up and she whispered, our curfew is at 22:00,”THAT’S SO COOL!!!” My face broke out into a grin and we were no longer just friends. Too simple a word. No we were like inseparable soul friends. Like sisters.
But it’s never too good to get too close to a person. I always avoided that. Why? What if I got too attached to the person? What if that person was my support? And what would happen if one night, that person’s face appeared in my dreams? I began dreading my dreams. I stopped sleeping. That didn’t help though. I just got visions. Visions are less vivid but still clear enough to see the face and the cause of death. I can always see who is going to die. It’s like god is testing me. Putting an ill-fated person in my dreams and seeing if I’ll try to save them.
I spent every waking moment of my time with her, I thought that maybe if I spent more time with her, when the time did come, it wouldnt be so bad. WRONG! The more time I spent with her, the closer i grew to her, the more memories I made with her, the more I wanted her to stay. When I expressed my feelings to her, she would always take it lightly saying that it was good then, that we were spending so muct time together. But every time she turned away, I could see her eyes glistening.
I always dreaded the day that I would see Sam’s cold pale body with blood spewing out of her or her screaming and writhing around in pain. Thankfully it didn’t come. Yet.
