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I Know A Lot Of Things. I Know How You're Going To Die.

*Tw: Sexual Violence*

That’s right. I know how you’re going to die. Specifically you. I don’t know every person’s due date, but I know yours amongst a select few. I even know how some of these poor souls will perish. I definitely know how you’ll die. I know a lot of things. I knew you’d be reading this post, and I know your death will be swift.

Benny Cole used to bully me every day. I tried to be nice. I tried to use my words, but Benny just wouldn’t listen to reason. See, I went through puberty pretty late. I was a late bloomer. Back in highschool Benny saw me naked in the locker room and got the entire grade calling me Tiny Peter. I saw Claire Beckshire laughing at me with her friends when I walked down the halls. I knew I’d never forgive Benny for ridiculing me like that in front of Claire. When my body started changing, and I started getting taller, hairier, Benny still teased me, but my body wasn’t the only thing that was changing.

I started getting these visions. They were random and mundane at first. I’d have visions of eating lunch, or taking a test, or going to the store with Mom, but the visions grew more frequent, more vivid. Time didn’t seem to pass me by when I received these visions. They just kinda popped in my head. I started getting the same visions over and over again--, all at once.

I saw Mrs.Bacon, our math teacher, explaining The Pythagorean Theorem to the class. I’d never heard of it. It sounded like gibberish to me. I had that vision twelve times. They were almost identical, save for a few minute details. Sometimes Mrs.Bacon would be wearing a blue blouse instead of a pink one, or sometimes one of the students would be missing, but the visions were otherwise almost exactly the same. The next day, in her math class, she began teaching us The Pythagorean Theorem and asked if anyone knew what it was. I had twelve more visions all at once. In three of them, I didn’t raise my hand and she picked on another student. In the other nine I raised my hand with varying degrees of confidence and answered as if I’d known my entire life. So, I shot my hand in the air. Mrs.Bacon was quite impressed with my answer.

See, I know a lot of things. Like, I knew Benny was going to be fucking jealous I answered that question in class. He couldn’t stand that I was just that much smarter than him. I knew he’d be waiting for me outside the front of the school. I knew he had a sock full of rocks in his pocket. I knew if my eye popped out my socket, he’d squeeze it with the tip of his hand-me-down boots. So I took the back exit, and when I snuck around for a peek, sure enough, he was there impatiently pacing the front of the school.

The visions helped me out a lot. I started passing my tests, and avoiding Benny, but the best part was with Claire Beckshire. I had lots of visions about Claire. A lot of them she laughed at me, or excused herself, or pretended not to see me, but the more visions I had, the more I knew about her. I knew her favorite color, her favorite band, I even knew what kind of underwear she was wearing. It was like I was hiding in her closet, or under her bed, but I wasn’t! I knew better than that. The visions warned me of futures where I got in quite a bit of trouble a few times, so I knew not to do that, or at least when not to.

I had visions where I could really make her Claire laugh. She does this fake kind of laugh when she’s around people, but if you’d ever caught her in her private moments, watching a funny video or something, you’d hear her real laugh. It was a beautiful laugh. I was telling her a joke one day, one I heard from my vision, and she couldn’t resist that real laugh. It was like a cackle, but music to my ears. She had her hand on my shoulder as her laughter trailed off. It made me forget that Benny was about to come up behind me, dump an entire cup of yogurt on my head and ruin the entire fucking thing. Goddamn I hated Benny.