Stuck In My Own Head

Chapter 1

Death. It was a word that scared me. That literally pained me every time I thought about it. Do you know why? I've seen it all.

You might think if I told you, "You're probably saying that because you've seen a few deaths in your life here and there."

But that's not what I meant at all. This is something that I'm betting no one else has ever faced before. It's a gift, but feels like a curse.

I can feel and see the deaths and pain inside of my head. No joke. If you think this is a joke, then you're crazy. Which most people think it is anyways. Even when I have this serious face. The only people who know about this are my family. No friends.

Why? I don't trust of what they will think of me. Or how they would think of me if I ever tell them.

So I've kept it a secret. Or I've been trying to at least. I once and awhile would randomly cry and get weird stares towards me. How can I blame them? I seem like I'm crying for no reason to them. I definitely look like a weirdo.

That's mostly why I can't tell anyone. Only my family can know. And I will keep it that way because no one will understand this. Every time I see a death, I cry. Even when some won't. Whether it's one or 1,000 people dying. Doesn't matter.

But heart will go out to each and every family in my mind. I just wish I could prevent those deaths. Times like this I still wonder why I even have my powers in the first place. I was also born with them. Why should I be born with powers that wouldn't be able to help?