I’ve seen things that other fifteen year olds can scarcely imagine. I’ve seen horror, wonder and death and it follows me wherever I go. I can’t hide from something that belongs to me, some that is me, because it is always there, waiting to erupt to the surface of my mind and plague me with such visions I shouldn’t be able to see.
I was a normal girl once, until the first time I touched an object and saw its past. I saw where it had been, everyone who’d ever touched it and what it had ever been used for. Then things started to get really bizarre… I began to see the future, where the object would be and who it would be with, and I didn’t like it.
Who would believe a dumb teenager if she ran into a police station screaming that someone was about to be killed?
No one.
And as time went on, the visions progressed, and I discovered I could do something of actual use. If you gave me something that belonged to someone, like an item of clothing or a piece of jewellery, I could see everything that person did while wearing it. I could also find them, locate them wherever they were and see exactly what they were doing. It's a rotten invasion of privacy, to be perfectly honest.
But I’m getting ahead of myself.
You see, it all started when I died.
