The Gemini Who Knew Too Much

It was the end of everything I knew. The silence was deadly as I waited to start over. After all this was 1978. Oslo was my only hope as a photographer and escape from a war with myself.
Since I was ten I had known about these powers. The lady that lived down the road had died. I woke up screaming in pure horror. My grey eyes were in fear of death. 
Fear that my own death was to come along. This is my story the blessing and the curse of being born on May 23rd.