"Bryson, wake up. Are you alright?"
My mom was holding me in her arms as I came back to consciousness. She was stroking my brown hair and gently rocking me back and forth.
"Are you okay, honey?" she asked again.
"I think so. What happened?" The images that I saw still danced behind my eyes, making me feel nauseous. As I looked around, all was as it should be.
"You got a little too hot and had a fainting spell," she said. "Just sit here in the shade and sip on some water till you feel better. Your father and I have to go hand water cups to the runners, but we'll be right back."
As she got up to leave, I leaned against a cooler, trying to push the nightmarish scene out of my head. It had all just been a bad dream. Everything was really fine. I looked towards the finish line where the faster runners were just starting to cross. I saw my mom and dad in the corner of my eye, walking hand in hand to the water station. In that moment, every ounce of my being screamed out in terror.
The next few minutes that unfolded were those that I had seen before. I could hear the helicopter spiraling out of control; I felt the ground shake as it crashed down, showering debris and shrapnel in every direction. I once again heard the scream, saw the blood, and felt the absolute fear. I squeezed my eyes shut and curled into a ball, pushing my hands over my ears to drown out the awful sounds.
At that moment, as I cowered in fear and soaked myself in tears, I realized what had happened. I had seen the future just moments before it happened. My premonition of these catastrophic events had produced a new fear in my mind. A fear of confusion, of dread, and of not knowing. Not knowig why this happened or how it could be real. Not knowing what this meant or why it picked me. Not knowing what danger and strife the rest of my life would hold because of this 'gift.' It was a fear of ignorance, because nothing could be scarier that not knowing. That is, unless you know exactly what tomorrow holds, and know that no matter what you do, there is nothing you can do to change it.
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The Haven Project
AdventureReality. There's no escaping the reality of your future that you will live, and you will die. Would you rather know how? How your days on this green earth will end? How the life you try so hard to perfect ends up slipping away into nothing? Maybe yo...
