I can see people's auras...and it's a curse.

I can see a person’s aura. Not with my eyes, but in my mind. I see past, present, and future all mixed up into colorful blobs. <br><br>A long time ago I was hanging out with some friends at a bar. We were having a great time until I had a visual flash of a woman with long curly red hair. It was very clear, and I knew she was in danger. I described her to the bartender, and he gave me a look like I punched him in the gut. He pointed to the woman sitting next to me. <br><br>I turned to look, and sure enough it was her. “Do you know her?” I asked the bartender. He just shook his head and walked away. <br><br>I tried to warn her about what I saw, but she didn’t seem to care. She told me that she was a psychic too, and that she was the one who was having the visions. She was the one who saw the danger coming. She also told me that she was the one who was in danger. <br><br>We talked for a while and she told me that she was planning to leave that night. She told me that I had to leave too, or I would be trapped forever. I didn’t understand what she was talking about, but I trusted her enough to leave with her. I said goodbye to my friends and left the bar with her.<br><br>We walked outside, and she led me to her car. As we drove away, I saw a truck coming up behind us. The driver had a cold dead look in his eyes, and he was pulling a trailer. I tried to stop her, but she wouldn’t let me. I tried to open the door, but she wouldn’t let me open it. She kept repeating “I have to go home. I have to go home.” She was driving at full speed and she wouldn’t slow down. <br><br>We crashed into a tree and the car died. I tried to call for help, but my phone was destroyed in the crash. We got out of the car and started to walk again, but I was mad that she put me in danger too. I asked her why she didn’t let me stop her from crashing into a tree, but she just said that it had to be done. I didn’t know what to say to that. We walked for what felt like hours until I saw a light in the distance. It was a gas station. I told her I was going to get some help. She told me that I couldn’t trust them, and that she would get the help on her own. I knew that I couldn’t just sit back and do nothing. I left and got into a different car and called for help. <br><br>When I got back, she was nowhere to be found. I found the man from the gas station, and he told me that she had gotten into a taxi. He gave me the number of the taxi and I called him. He told me that he dropped her off at home. <br><br>I went to her home and waited for her. I was there for hours. She never came back. I didn’t know what to do. I was angry that she didn’t tell me the truth, and I was scared that she was gone forever. <br><br>A few days later, I got another visual flash. It was the man from the gas station. I went to his house and found him dead. I saw a man who was covered in blood. I knew he killed him. I tried to call the police for him, but I had no idea what his name was. I had no idea where he lived. I left and called a friend of mine who is a cop. I told him about the gas station man. He didn’t know where it was, so I told him I would find the killer and bring him to him. I left to find him.<br><br>I found him, but he wouldn’t tell me anything about what had happened. I asked him why he helped me, and he just said that he wanted to. <br><br>The next day, I got another visual flash. It was a woman with long straight black hair. It was the same woman from before, but this time I saw her dead. She was hanging from a rope, with a noose around her neck. I went to her apartment, but she was nowhere to be found. I waited for her and she never came. <br><br>That night, I had a visual flash of a man with short brown hair. It was him, hanging from the ceiling with a noose around his neck. I went to the man’s house, but he was nowhere to be found. I waited for him and he never came. <br><br>The next day, I went to the police station and told my friend what I had seen. I told him about the flash of the woman with the curly red hair. I told him I saw her dead, hanging from the ceiling with a noose around her neck. He told me that she was a famous psychic, and that she was missing for weeks. He told me that her body was found, but I knew what I saw. He said that I couldn’t trust my visions, and that they were wrong. I knew what I saw. I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t know what to trust. I knew I had to find out the truth.<br><br>I went back to the gas station and found the man again. I asked him what had happened to the woman with curly red hair. He looked around nervously, then he started talking. He told me that he knew her. She was a friend of his. She had been missing for weeks. I told him that I saw her hanging from a tree, and he looked like he was going to throw up. He asked if I wanted to help him find her, and I said yes. He told me that he knew where she would go if she was in danger, so we went to that place.<br><br>We went to a cemetery. We walked up to her grave, and I saw a rope hanging from a tree. I knew I had to go up and see if it was her. I went up, and I saw it was her. I felt like I was going crazy. I asked him why he didn’t tell me about her being missing. He told me that he didn’t know what to believe. I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t know what to trust. <br><br>The next day, I got another visual flash. It was the woman with long curly red hair. She was holding her stomach, and blood was coming out of it. She was looking at something behind her, and I could see a knife coming towards her. I tried to run to her, but I couldn’t. I couldn’t move. I tried to scream, but I couldn’t. I couldn’t speak. She saw the knife coming towards her and she tried to move, but it was too late. The knife cut into her stomach and she fell to the ground, bleeding. Then it happened again. I saw her hanging from a rope. I saw her dead. I saw her alive. I didn’t know what to do. <br><br>I went to the cemetery again, but she wasn’t there. I looked around, and I saw her walking towards me. She was bleeding and she looked very weak. I knew I had to help her, so I asked her what happened. She told me that she had been stabbed by a stranger. She didn’t see who it was, but she knew it wasn’t him. She told me that she had been hiding for weeks, and she knew that I had been looking for her too. She said that she wanted to tell me the truth. She told me that she was in danger all the time. She told me that she didn’t know what was going on. I asked her why she didn’t tell me the truth. She told me that she didn’t know who to trust. I asked her where she had been hiding. She told me that she had been in a hotel. I asked her where it was, but she didn’t answer. I knew she was trying to hide something. I didn’t know what to do. <br><br>I left her and went back to my car. I decided to go to her hotel and see if I could find her. I drove there and found her car in the parking lot. I searched the whole place and I couldn’t find her. I was about to give up when I found a piece of paper on the ground. I picked it up, and it was a note from her. She told me to go to the bar where we first met. She told me that she would be there soon. I decided to wait for her, but she never came. <br><br>I left and went back to the bar. I searched the whole place and I couldn’t find her. I was about to give up when I found a piece of paper on the ground. I picked it up, and it was a note from her. She told me that she was sorry. She told me that she was in danger. She told me that she couldn’t tell me anything. She told me that she would be back soon. I decided to wait for her, but she never came. <br><br>I left and went back to the gas station. I asked him if he knew where she was. He told me that he didn’t know, but he wanted to help me. He asked me if I wanted to go to his house and wait for her. I told him that I didn’t want to go to his house. I told him that I wanted to find her. He asked me if I wanted to search for her. I said yes, and we left. <br><br>We searched everywhere for her. We searched her apartment. We searched the bar. We searched the hotel. We searched the gas station. We searched the police station. We searched her grave. We searched the cemetery. We searched everywhere.