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

Yes, you read that right. I can see people's auras. And that's why I know exactly when they're going to die. <br><br>Now, I know what you're thinking - *why is this a curse?*<br><br>It all started when I was 13. I had no idea what I was seeing at first. I just assumed it was some strange side effect from the accident that almost killed me.<br><br>Maybe that's what it was.<br><br>I don't know. <br><br>I was riding my dirt bike through the woods near my house when I lost control and flipped over the handlebars. I remember hitting the ground, feeling my helmet crack, and then... nothing. <br><br>When I came to, I was lying in a hospital bed, my parents sitting next to me, tears streaming down their faces. Apparently I'd been out for a couple of days. And it was during that time I started seeing them. <br><br>The auras.<br><br>At first I thought it was just the medication I was on, but no one else seemed to notice. <br><br>Each person I looked at had a light surrounding their body, kind of like a halo. But there was something strange about each one. A tiny mark, or smudge.<br><br>It was black.<br><br>*Everyone* had one.<br><br>I soon realised it was the size of the smudge that was important. It was the only thing that changed about each person's aura, and it got bigger over time. <br><br>It took me a while to work out what it meant. <br><br>Our new neighbour moved in over the summer. An old lady who kept to herself. She was to my left when I looked out the window from my bedroom. That's why I could see her almost every day. <br><br>Her aura was normal, apart from a small black mark near the top. It was no bigger than a dime. <br><br>It grew. <br><br>Sometimes it would grow faster than other days, but it always grew. And I could see it getting bigger. <br><br>She died when the black covered most of her aura, leaving only about half inch of light near the bottom.<br><br>I saw it on hundreds of people. Realtors, pizza delivery guys, car drivers, grocery clerks. <br><br>When the black spot covered their aura completely, they'd die. <br><br>I focussed on the people around me, the people I could see regularly. Our mailman. The lady who sold me my newspaper. My parents. Friends. <br><br>They all had the mark.<br><br>Some larger than others, but no one was immune.<br><br>The larger mark someone had, the closer to death they were. <br><br>My dad had about an inch of black at the top of his aura. It hadn't grown as much over the years as some others had. My mum had none. I was relieved when I saw that. <br><br>It never changed though, not in all these years. They both still have the same auras as they did when I first saw them.<br><br>It could be some sort of indication of their health, or even their luck. I've seen people with small marks get into terrible accidents. They always survive, though. <br><br>Even if someone *did* die from an accident, be it a car crash or a heart attack or whatever, I could always see it coming, when I looked at their aura. <br><br>I would do anything to be able to stop these things from happening. I've warned people, begged them not to take jobs or get on certain planes, even tried to physically stop people from getting into cars with drivers who were about to die. <br><br>No one believed me. They just thought I was crazy. Or feeling sorry for myself. <br><br>My parents indulged me when I first started talking about it. They took me to see countless doctors, specialists, psychologists, pastors, psychics… in the end, they all came to the same conclusion; it was just a side effect of the accident, it would pass.<br><br>It didn't.<br><br>As it is, I can only stand by and watch as people I know, people I like, suffer terrible, untimely ends. <br><br>My mum is the most frustrating case. <br><br>Her aura is perfectly clear. I've been watching it for decade now, and it hasn't changed. There is no black mark anywhere. <br><br>Why can't everyone be like that? <br><br>I've given up trying to talk about it. If people *had* listened, word would have gotten around. No one likes to know how they're going to die.<br><br>I've been called a lot of things. The people who know me, who I've tried to warn over the years, they don't understand. They think I'm evil, or a jinx, or both. <br><br>I'm not a jinx. <br><br>I don't make people die or get hurt. <br><br>I just know when it's going to happen.<br><br>That's why I keep my head down. I've had enough public humiliation. I don't like confrontation. <br><br>I have a hard time getting close to people, and not just because they've pushed me away. I don't want to see someone I care about get hurt. <br><br>I've seen what it does to people. How it destroys families and relationships, marriages and friendships. <br><br>My dad died of a brain aneurism when I was 27. While we hadn't exactly had the best relationship, it still hurt. And I had to stand by and watch it happen. <br><br>I'd tried to prepare myself, to mentally separate myself from my feelings for him. But I loved my dad. I loved him more than anything. <br><br>He'd always looked out for me, even when mum wasn't around.<br><br>Speaking of which... my mum is the reason I'm writing this.<br><br>She's been in an accident. <br><br>I'm sitting in a hospital room right now, a few miles away from our home, and she's in a coma in front of me. <br><br>She's been here for almost two months, and I've been with her the whole time. The doctors say she might never wake up. <br><br>I know that's not true. <br><br>I've been watching her aura. <br><br>It's finally changed. <br><br>The black spot that was nonexistent for all these years has appeared, and grown. <br><br>There's about an inch of her aura left. The light near the bottom, the last remaining trace of what was once there. <br><br>I know she's going to die, soon. <br><br>A part of me is angry, and resentful. <br><br>Why would this have to happen to me? <br><br>I've lost everyone I've loved, because I could see when they were going to die. <br><br>I've been cursed with this awful gift my entire life. <br><br>And now, the last person left, the person I loved more than anyone else in the world, is going to leave me too. <br><br>I should be used to it, but it doesn't matter. I'm not.<br><br>I'm devastated. <br><br>I want to beg whoever or whatever is doing this to please, please not take her from me. <br><br>Why should I be allowed to live? <br><br>I'm useless. I can't help anyone, not even myself. <br><br>I think it's because of this that I don't care anymore. <br><br>I'm done being ashamed. I'm done hiding. <br><br>I want people to know that I'm not a bad person. <br><br>I have just been dealt this terrible hand, and I'm doing my best to play it. <br><br>I'm shit at poker, anyway. <br><br>I'm not a bad person. <br><br>I hope someone, somewhere, gets to read this. I just want someone to know that I love my mum. If anyone sees this, please do me one favour, and find a way to get this to my mum's inbox. <br><br>I want her to know how much she means to me. <br><br>Mum, if you can somehow hear me, I love you more than you'll ever know. I'm so grateful for you, and I always will be. <br><br>I know sometimes things happen when we can't control them, but I'd do anything to see you happy. <br><br>I'm going to miss you so much. <br><br>Please don't go.<br><br>I'm waiting with you, in the hospital room, as I write this. Your aura is in front of me. I can see the tiny light left in it, and I know this is almost the end. <br><br>Don't think I didn't do everything I could.<br><br>I tried to use IV drugs on you, to slow your heart down. I stole drugs from the other rooms, to try and keep you here. <br><br>I've prayed to God, to the universe, to people who claim they can see the future. <br><br>I've tried to beg you not to go.<br><br>I've done everything I could, and none of it has worked. <br><br>I'm so glad we have each other, even if it's just until the end. <br><br>I'm with you mum. I'd follow you anywhere. <br><br>Please don't leave me.