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

My aura seeing ability runs in my family, on my mother’s side. My birth father didn’t inherit the gene, but he knew about it before he and my mother separated. He told me once when I was young, “There’s a lot not to like about your mother and me, but our separation isn’t because of you. You’re not responsible for our separation.” That was enough to make me feel guilty, as though I’d done something wrong, but the truth of the matter is my birth father just couldn’t handle it. I don’t blame him. My aunt once described what an aura looked like to her. Imagine a person, standing in front of a stained glass window. The colored light bleeding from the edges of their silhouette is their aura. That’s what it looks like. I can see a person’s aura from a distance. Usually, about 10-15 feet, but it varies from person to person. What’s important, however, is that a person’s aura doesn’t change. Not ever. Not even when they die. That means if a person has a red aura, they’ll *always* have that red aura. There are a few colors, however. Some people are partially one color, partially another. A person can’t change their aura anymore than they can change their eye color. My aura is a mossy green. An emerald forest. My mom’s aura is lavender, and my birth father’s aura is a deep shade of indigo, almost black. My aunt says her aura is more like the moon: light blue with a sliver of silver along the edges. Once I turned four, I started seeing the colors. My mother made it very clear to me from the start that I see auras, and that I shouldn’t go around discussing it. She told me about a time when she was at the park with me. There was a little boy there with a red aura. She said I started screaming at the top of my lungs, “Go away! You’re a bad person!” I don’t remember that, and I hope the kid with the red aura found happiness in life, but my mother’s story stuck with me. I was careful not to talk about the colors. The thing is, though, a person’s aura reflects whether they’re a good or bad person. A person with a red aura will be a bad person. A person with a blue aura will be a good person. Not everyone with a red aura is a criminal, and not everyone with a blue aura is a saint, but you get the idea. There was a woman who worked in a bakery not far from the house I grew up in. She was an older lady, probably in her early 60s. I remember she had curly gray hair and a kind smile. Her aura, however, was blood red. I saw her on multiple occasions, and every time her aura was the same shade of crimson. I once asked my mother about her, and my mom said, “A person can have a red aura and still be a decent human being.” I think that’s her way of justifying why she didn’t say anything to this woman, or anyone with a red aura. My mom doesn’t want to be like me: constantly on edge because I can see the evil around me. Red auras are the worst, and they’re the most common too. Green is pretty rare. I’ve met two other people with green auras, but the first time I saw a person with a green aura, I mistook them for family. I was at a grocery store with my mom, and there was this man. His aura was a deep olive green. I asked him if he was my uncle. He laughed it off, but the embarrassment mortified me. From then on, I was careful not to mistake strangers for family, but I never forgot him, and I’ve never met another person with an aura like his. Green is rare, and I feel like that man was trying to show me something. Warn me. The child with the red aura at the park was only the beginning. It’s hard for me to describe, but I feel a crawling sensation whenever I’m around someone with a red aura. It’s as though there are insects burrowing under my skin, and it only gets worse the longer I’m around the person. As I got older, it got worse and worse. I remember going to McDonald’s as a kid. There was this guy working at the register. He was probably in his early 20s. His aura was an incredibly deep shade of crimson. It was like someone had taken a bucket of red paint and splattered it around him. I didn’t say anything, but my skin crawled. It felt like someone was eating away at my insides. I wanted to scream. We left the restaurant before ordering, and my mom asked me what was wrong. When I told her about the aura, she said, “Sometimes, you just have to ignore it.” Ignore it. Easy for her to say. She doesn’t have a green aura. As I got older, I realized that ignoring it wasn’t an option, not for me. My senior year of high school, there was a guy on the football team. His aura was deep red. It was the same shade of red as the woman in the bakery, but his seemed more pronounced. Maybe that’s because I spent more time around him, but I couldn’t ignore him. I went to my mom and told her about him. She asked me if I was sure, and I said yes. I was positive. “You don’t have to tell anyone,” she said. “And you don’t have to say anything to him.” I couldn’t just sit there and do nothing. I had to act. I couldn’t risk staying silent and letting him do something bad. There was a party that weekend. I didn’t go, but the guy with the red aura did. He raped a girl at the party. I think she might have even been his girlfriend. When I heard the news, I felt like I’d been punched in the gut. I could have stopped him. I could have prevented it. That was the moment when I realized I couldn’t keep silent. My freshman year of college, there was a guy in one of my classes. His aura was a deep burgundy, and I immediately felt that crawling sensation. I went to the professor and told him about the guy. The professor was understandably skeptical, but he listened to what I had to say. A few weeks later, the guy attacked someone in one of the dorms. It was a girl he’d been dating. He tried to strangle her, but he didn’t kill her. There were similar instances, and each time I saw a red aura, I did everything in my power to prevent some kind of catastrophe. I couldn’t tell people about auras, but I could find ways to stop the people with red auras. When I turned 24, not long after I finished college, my mom died in a car accident. My aunt flew in for the funeral, and she stayed with me a while after. While she was here, she told me that she believed my mom was murdered. I laughed at her, but she wasn’t joking. She explained that she’d been seeing a man for a few months, and she was falling for him. She’d introduced him to her son, and they’d immediately taken a liking to each other. She’d planned on introducing him to my mom, but then my mom died. She said she’d double checked his aura after my mom’s death, and it was still blue. Not anymore though. His aura was red, and she felt the crawling sensation too. She didn’t describe it exactly the way I did, but she described the same sensation. The crawling is worse for people with green auras. It’s like our bodies are made to recognize a person’s aura, and react not just emotionally but physically. She told me his aura had changed. He was a bad person. He’d killed my mom. I didn’t know what to think. I laughed again, but not as hard. She’d never mentioned anything like this to me before. She told me she’d hired a private investigator to look into my mom’s death, and she showed me the files. The investigator had found evidence of tampering, and she was sure it was this man who’d done it. My aunt didn’t tell me his name, only that she was certain he was behind my mom’s death. I didn’t know what to think, and I didn’t know what to do. I decided to trust my aunt. Who was I to question her? She’d made arrangements for me to meet him. They were going to a bar, and my aunt would text me the address. An hour later, I walked into the bar. It was a dimly lit place. There was only a single window, and the door behind me was the only exit besides the window. There was a man sitting at the bar. His aura was bright blue. There was a woman sitting across from him, sipping a drink. Her aura was lavender. I recognized her aura. It was the same shade as my mom’s aura. That was my mom. She wasn’t dead. I felt like I’d been punched in the gut again, but this time it was worse. This time, I felt betrayed. I turned around and left the bar. I got in my car, and I felt a crawling sensation. Someone was watching me. Watching us. When I turned to look at the bar, I saw a man standing in the shadows on the other side of the street. His aura was red. I got out of my car and walked across the street.

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

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