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

I can see people's auras. For those that don't know what that is, it's basically seeing a colour surrounding people that has to do with their emotions. Now, I know that sounds incredibly stupid, but hear me out. This is a real thing for me, and I'll explain what I've experienced.<br><br>The first time I saw an aura was when I was five. It was a reddish colour and it surrounded a man that had broken into my house. He had a knife, and was going to hurt me, or worse. I don't know how I knew that, it just felt right. Even at five years old, I knew that knives were made to hurt people. My dad fought the man off, and later disarmed him. The police were called, and there was an ambulance on the scene. The man was taken away in handcuffs, while my injured dad rode off in the ambulance. I remember the aura surrounding my dad being yellow. The colour of happiness. <br><br>I asked my mom about the colours. <br><br>"Why is that man red?"<br><br>"That's because he's angry, sweetie." She said, before asking why I thought he was angry. <br><br>"I don't know, I can see it." <br><br>There was a long pause, before she said she couldn't see the red. I continued to ask her, but she just said it was my imagination. I didn't think it was at the time, but looking back on it, I can see why she thought that. I was five. I was imaginative. <br><br>The next time I noticed an aura was a week later. It was yellow surrounding my mom. She was smiling and talking to my dad. They were laughing, and happy, despite my dad still being hurt. He had been stabbed, and even though it hadn't killed him, it had hurt him very badly. As I watched, the aura surrounding my parents changed. The aura around my dad went from yellow to black. The aura surrounding my mom went from yellow to white. <br><br>I asked my mom about it again, just like I had before. This time she didn't say it was my imagination. This time, she said it was a gift, but also a curse. She could see the auras too, she said. She had suspected I could since the other day, and now she knew. <br><br>Then she told me a story. <br><br>When she was a child, she grew up with this gift. Her father was a very violent man. He was abusive, and her mother suffered many broken bones. My mom had grown up scared of her father. Even when she was grown and moved out, she still feared him. It had gotten so bad that she didn't even go to his gravesite when he died. She hated him that much. <br><br>When she was a child though, she had tried to use her gift to see when he was going to be angry. She had assumed that the aura of an angry person would be red. Just like the aura of the man that had broken into our house had been. And she was right. She could see her father's aura turn red. <br><br>But she could see it turn black, too. And she found out the hard way, that an angry person's aura was actually black. Red was just happy. She had never seen it before, because she had a hard home life. But one day, when her father's aura was red, he took her to the park. He had smiled and played with her. He didn't hit her or yell at her. To this day, my mom says she wishes she had never seen the aura turn red, because after years of abuse, being treated nicely hurt her. She felt lied to. He had been using the abuse to make her feel like she was nothing. Like she deserved to be hurt. But when he treated her nicely, he was doing it because he had wanted to. Not to trick her. <br><br>My mom had grown up believing that she lied to herself. That she had made herself believe the abuse was okay. She had grown up hating herself. She had tried to end her life multiple times, and had almost succeeded once. <br><br>But when she met my dad, she felt loved for the first time. He treated her like she was everything. He was the nicest man she had ever met, and she fell in love immediately. He had been hers since they were 15, and his aura was always yellow. <br><br>But when I was five, his aura turned black. And that night, he tried to kill me. He had stabbed me twice, and had left me for dead. I remember watching him bring the knife down, and then everything went black. <br><br>My mom had saved me. She had tried to stop my dad, but couldn't. She was too weak, and he was too strong. So she had been stabbed too, and then she had killed him. <br><br>She remembers watching me fall to the ground, and then looking at my dad. His aura had changed from yellow to black, and she had watched as it turned from yellow to black while he stabbed me. And with a loud cry, she had grabbed a nearby sewing needle, and stabbed him in the neck. <br><br>I only remember being stabbed, because I was rushed away in an ambulance. I never saw my mom save me. I never even knew she was stabbed too, until I was older and more aware. It's only when I saw the report from the police that I learned what really had happened. <br><br>I had grown up not knowing what had happened. And my mom had grown up with the abuse from her father. <br><br>And that's why seeing people's auras is a curse. You can't trust anyone.