i wrote this for school and kinda wanna share it but i have nothing to post it to so i'm putting it in my poems. it has some kinda poetic lines ...
There it was again. The rush of cold air against her skin, the all-consuming migraine that plagued her head, the flash of white light obscuring all images in her mind, and the sudden feeling of feeling nothing at all. Her body grew rigid along with all her thoughts - except one. There was one chilling fact that dominated all regions of her brain: someone was about to die. She could feel it in her body, in her soul, and there was no getting rid of it. It came when she was near someone who was near death - with only a few days or so until their last breath - and slowly faded as she got further away from them. What did not go away, however, was the feeling of grief that she was left encompassed in. This person - sometimes a stranger, sometimes not - was going to have their life taken away, and she was the only one that knew. Each time it happened she developed an overwhelming sense of anxiety for that person; She felt guilty about the fact that her heartbeat became increasingly fast, even though theirs would soon grow slow.
Katarina had possessed the ability for as long as she could remember. When she was little, and she tried to tell her mother what she was experiencing, her mom simply told her that everyone gets like that sometimes. Her mother thought it was just anxiety. Her mother did not understand. For a while, Katarina did not understand, either. Her young mind could not process what was going on inside of itself, and she lived for years believing what her mother told her - everyone gets stressed sometimes, and each person's body has a different way of coping; Katarina's way was just a little different.
It was not until she was nine that Katarina discovered the true source of her "anxiety." She had been sitting beside her grandfather's diminishing body, looking at the wrinkles on his face, not able to pull her eyes away from his hands that shook as he struggled to take a sip of his coffee, wondering why it was that people age. It seemed such a terrible thing to her, to become older and older and witness your own body grow weaker and weaker and watch as all of your talents, all of the things you used to be proud of, slowly lose their finesse. It seemed to Katarina that the worst part of all was knowing that you are going to die. Of course, throughout all of life there is an unconscious thought that someday, somehow, you will die, but she presumed that it's probably much different when you're old. When you're old, you can feel your body dying, and she did not understand how people could deal with that anticipation, knowing that soon the dreaded day would come.
As all of these thoughts coursed through Katarina's mind, her body became frigid - so cold that her grandpa turned to her and asked in a hoarse whisper if she was sick. All Katarina could do was shake her head as the white light flashed and her head ached and suddenly all of the offputting thoughts were gone. Except they were replaced by the most terrifying of all - her grandfather was going to die. And it was going to be soon.
Katarina didn't know how she knew this, and it scared her. She knew that it was not just a gut feeling; she could say with certainty that the heavy breaths coming from the old man sitting beside her would very soon be nonexistent.
Katarina could barely handle the feelings that came along with her psychic abilities, but her mother had always told her to drink some water when she felt this way. She got up to head to the kitchen, and abruptly the symptoms were gone. But still, she knew: death was near.
Her young and naïve mind did not know what to do with this information. Katarina turned to her grandfather and said with a shaky voice, "Grandpa, I think you're going to die."
"I know I'm going to die," he answered.
"So I'm not the only one?" asked Katarina hopefully.
"No, I think everyone knows. We can't live forever."
