Let’s face it; we all die at some point. It is just a fact that we all have to deal with. The thing is we never quite know how we are going to die. We can all create theories and spin stories about how we, and others, are going to pass. Most of the time the odds on you dying how you say you are is slim. I mean we all want to die of old age and in their sleep. It is the most logical and peaceful way. No one wants to get shot, burned, tortured, suffocated, hit by a car or train, drowned in a pool and all of the other ways one person can think of.
Perhaps people wish that there was a way for them to find out how they were going to die and when. Clearly that device would have us watching our backs 24/7, since we would then know how and at what age we are going to die at.
Sadly that machine does not exist yet and may never exist. Not every idea is created into something that could help our world, or create some sort of burden that will rip countires and people apart.
The thing is that machine is never needed, or at least not yet. There is already a way to find out exactly how and when you will die. The thing is not really a ‘thing’; it is more of a human. Not just any old human being that is roaming the Earth at this very second. That human is a seventeen year old girl who never asked for some sort of power to predict the horrible future that we all must face.
That girl is me.
I know that sounds crazy and something out of a comic book. A girl who can tell people how they will cross over to the other side and when? That is just insane and not even possible. There is no way a living and breathing, fleshly high school student can do that.
Trust me, I wish it was not possible either. Why? The answer is very simple; I don’t like looking at someone in the eyes and knowing how and when they are going to die. It haunts me at night and during the day. I am in a nightmare that I can’t wake up from.
I guess you’re wondering how I even got the ability. Sorry, but I am wondering the same thing. The only thing I know is that I was born with this hindrance, but did not know what it was until I matured more. As a toddler it was plain confusing see a bunch of letters that formed words and numbers and you had no idea what they even said.
By the time I did learn to read I was still confused about why I would just look at a person and see numbers and words right above their heads. It was some sort of sign that meant something, but I never knew what. It was not until I witnessed a person dying right in front of me did I realize what the numbers and words meant.
I was ten and waiting for the cars to stop coming so I could cross the street. I was not there alone. Four other people were with me, all older than me and had the numbers and words that were all so different. 27; Die in Santa Fe, New Mexico due to a heat stroke. 33; Die in New York, New York due to a bullet wound in chest from a gang shooting. 89; Die in Dallas, Texas due to old age. 77; Die in Liberty, Texas due to collapsed lungs, broken ribs and internal bleeding due to getting hit by a speeding car.
Right then my brain started to process things. I lived in Liberty, Texas and so did all of these other people. What I did not get was how the sweet looking old woman was going to get hit by a car. There were a few going about thirty miles per hour, but all came to a stop so we could cross the street.
I made it across alright along with three of the four people. The old women lagged behind, for a reason I would never know. When she did start to walk again a car came around the bend, going at a break neck speed. In a flash the car made impact and sent her flying through the air.
The sound of her fragile bones snapping in a million pieces was engraved in my brain for the rest of my life. Her sad heap of a body contorted in different directions. The blood curdling screams of the people around me as they let what had happened sink in.
