When school was over, I was completely thankful it was. I was tired of people looking at me strangely. I was tired of them making fun of me when I saw the deaths in my mind. I'm tired of always explaining what's in my head because no one would understand what I am going through, and what I see what others are going through. I'm tired of everything people do and say when they see me when this happens.
I want to be normal for once. I hate it when some people don't care about deaths. Especially if it was 1,000 or something. If it was 1, they care. They should care about all deaths, because those deaths are important people whether they believe they are or not. They are people who are important. Whether they fought for us or not.
Yes I know that there might be bad guys that die. But there was a reason they became like that. Something happened in their lives to be like that.
But whatever the case, it hurt me. It hurt me to have seen all these deaths. And this started when I was born. My parents know of my power and believe me fully. Because they have similar powers. But I was able to get both of their powers combined. It feels like more of a curse than a gift.
No matter who tells me it's something that makes me special and it isn't just a curse, I couldn't believe them. It's only a curse to me. It has only caused me more grief than anyone in the world would ever face. It is something that has been ruining my life and the reason I have trouble making friends in my life. Though I make friends that I see those that are dying. At least, some of them anyways.
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Stuck In My Own Head
AcciónI have faced the facts: I'm not normal. I think all along I have know this, I just never understood it. Therefore it wasn't real, it was just a dream. A dream that happens all day long. And no matter how many times I pinch myself it still wouldn't g...
