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

Hey there, friend. How’s it going? I hope you’re all doing well today. But before you read this, I have to tell you something very important. If you see me out and about in your daily life, you are not to approach me under any circumstances. Please just walk away and pretend like you never saw me. I don’t want to have to do it, but if you don’t follow my instructions, I will be forced to kill you. I know that sounds a little harsh, but you don’t know what kind of life I lead.<br><br>I don’t know how long I’ve been able to do it. I remember when I was a little girl, looking in the mirror at my aura and not understanding what it was or that it wasn’t normal. I remember my dad telling me that it was all just make-believe, to enjoy it while it lasted, because soon I would have to grow up. But I never grew out of it, and I’m a grown woman now. A grown woman with a curse that won’t go away no matter how hard I pray.<br><br>It’s not just people that have them. Everything has an aura. Animals, buildings, even trees. But with people it’s the most obvious. Everyone’s is different, and some don’t even realize they have them.<br><br>There are many different kinds of auras. Some shine very brightly, some are very dull, and others don’t even exist at all. The brightest always belong to the most innocent of people, and I mistakenly took those kinds for granted when I was younger. I thought that if I killed a person with a bright aura, their light would go away and mine would get stronger. I don’t know how many I killed before I realized my mistake. But I found out years later, when I found her.<br><br>She was at a bus stop near where I lived, and she was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. She glowed with a light that was so bright I almost couldn’t bear to look at her. I felt like a blind man staring into the sun for the first time after having his sight restored. I had never seen a light that strong before, and I knew that I had to have her.<br><br>I followed her home. I didn’t know where she was going or how long I would have to follow her. We walked for what felt like hours, but eventually, she stopped in front of a house and walked inside. I waited in the shadows until nightfall, when she was sleeping, and crept inside.<br><br>I walked through the house until I reached her bedroom. She was lying in her bed, fast asleep. But just as I was about to kill her, I noticed something. Her aura wasn’t so bright anymore. It was dimmer than before, not enough to kill her, and it had changed color. But I still went through with it, and I still killed her.<br><br>When I did, her light didn’t fade, it just changed color again. It didn’t get brighter. I still remember when I realized my mistake, and with it came a wave of guilt and grief unlike anything I’d ever felt before. I had killed all those innocent people for nothing. It would be a burden that I would have to carry with me for the rest of my life.<br><br>But I also carry another burden. I don’t know what kind of auras are bad, or what they will do to me when I kill them. I know that some will kill me, and some will hurt me really badly. It is a heavy burden because knowing that has changed the way I live my life. I don’t get to know people like a normal person does anymore. I don’t date. I don’t have friends. My aura could shine brighter if I killed a person, and that could save me if I kill someone who has a bad aura. Imagine how it feels, walking around all day knowing that anyone could be your enemy, your friend, your angel, or your demon. But that’s my life.<br><br>It’s not all bad. I’ve only encountered a few bad auras, and only one of them hurt me badly. She was a coworker of mine, and I didn’t expect it. I didn’t know that she had a bad aura, and I killed her anyway. She didn’t die, and when she finally woke up, she didn’t know what had happened. My manager reported her missing a few weeks later. But something had changed inside of me. It was like she had taken something from me. I couldn’t feel pain anymore. I couldn't even feel pleasure. I couldn’t even feel the warmth of the sun. It was like I had lost a part of myself, and it would never come back to me.<br><br>But I only need to feel one thing, and that is fear. Fear of those who want to kill me, of those who are out to get me. It is a never-ending battle, and it will never be won. It is a war that never ends, and if I lose, I will be killed. It’s not a war of good vs. evil. It isn’t even a war of man vs. nature. It is a never-ending war of man vs. himself. I have to be constantly on guard, ready for anything. And that is why I have to end this now. I have to go, don’t know where, but I have to go.<br><br>And now, I’m done. Thank you very much for listening, and I hope you enjoyed my story. I don’t have much time left, and soon I will be nothing but a memory. I hope that when I’m gone, you will remember me, and not just the story that I told you.<br><br>And that’s it. I have to go now. Goodbye, and don’t forget to tip your waiter.<br><br>Edit: Hey everyone, I really appreciate all the support and kind messages I've been getting. Glad you guys enjoyed it. It's my first time posting, and I didn't expect this many upvotes.<br>I'll probably post a sequel soon, but I'm not sure when. I have a few ideas, but haven’t settled on one yet.<br>Thanks again, and have a nice night.