Clairvoyant

The Curse

        I have so many questions that can't get answered, if I say something they'll think I'm crazy. I see things, in dreams or "visions"  that later actually happen. It's more than just some Déjà Vu shit, it's like my brain is warning me. 

    This has been happening to me since I was sixteen years old, well actually As a kid, I would have these Déjà Vu feelings just as something was about to happen. But as I turned sixteen I was getting visions that didn't actually happen until days later. 

      I can't ask my parents about what's going with these visions because I don't know where they are or who they are. They abandoned me as a baby, the family that takes care of me now is nice but I have always been treated differently. I'm now a senior in high school and I keep having this vision of someone being shot, and I'm still having trouble understanding these visions and telling the difference between what's real and what's not. If I don't figure it out soon it just might be too late... My name is Emily rose and this is my story.

"Mark, that's it, you're getting a detention!"

  Ha, saw this coming yesterday in my vision I thought, should've told him not to make fun of the teacher and text in class. Oh well, he wouldn't have listened to me anyways. Mark glared at the teacher then looked down at his work. Maybe I should've told him if my dreams really do let me see things before they happen I should at least put it to use. no, he will think I'm crazy, they all will.  

     Once class was over Mark ran over to me.  "Did you hear her? That bitch! That's so dumb, I can't believe I got detention!" Really? It makes sense to me. I thought, but all I said was,

  "Yeah, what a bitch." He looked at me and smiled. We walked to our science class and sat down, science was boring as usual. Mark played on his phone as the teacher was talking, as usual, while I was trying not to fall asleep. This shits too easy  I thought confidently. When the class ended Mark walked to detention, so I had to walk alone.

     While I was walking I could hear the hallway whispering to me, rumors about a new kid, A new kid, here?  When there's a new kid it's a big deal because we have such a small school. Yes, that's right, there is such thing as a small school in New York.

    When I finally got home, I checked my phone to see a text message from Mark,

Mark: hey what's up?

Emily: really? Thought you were in detention.

Mark: I am, the teacher doesn't care lol he's too busy reading.

Emily: oh... well ok, hey did you hear that there's gonna be a new kid tomorrow?

Mark: oh yah, the guys in here are talking about it. If we see him/her we should show them around.

Emily: wow how nice of you, lol sure I'll do it. But why do you want to?

Mark: idk maybe it's someone pretty cool, having a new kid in the group could be a pretty big thing ya know?

Emily: true, ok well I gtg I have homework. See ya tomorrow.

Hmm new kid being apart of our group, hopefully, their not mean. After finally finishing my homework I decided to go to bed early, I need and deserve to sleep that was too much work. I laid down on my bed staring at my ceiling, then began to drift off. 

  I woke up on a sidewalk, again not able to see that well, but I learned that if I really focus on one thing I will be able to see it and hear it. I've had this Dream before. I remember this was my first dream, this all started when I turned 16. Ever since then I would dream something small that would happen a couple days later, so I began to get used to these dreams and learn how to control them a bit better. 

     The Dream was the same, a narrow dark alleyway. There were big trash bins with trash on the ground. Two guys walked into the alleyway but this time I focused on the guys. I focused on the guy that I thought was Mark, I was right. No, no, no, please change this time, please. 

     The other man was harder to focus on but I got it to work. I've never seen him before, I noticed he had bright blue eyes and black hair that was styled as a comb-over to the right side. The rest was the same sadly, Mark did get shot. It was so hard to watch I couldn't look away and I couldn't run to help him. I was forced to watch him in pain and agony... My gift is a curse...