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

I can see people's auras...and it's a curse.<br><br>It started when I was a child. My first memories are of seeing a slight halo of color around my family members. At first, I thought it was normal. It wasn't until I was six years old that I realized what was going on.<br><br>My grandfather, who had become a grandfather to me by then, was staying with my family for the summer. He had been complaining about his health for the past year, always telling anyone who would listen that he felt like death was hovering over him. <br><br>Of course, no one paid much attention to him, chalking it up to the usual hypochondriac tendencies of an old man. I, however, noticed something. <br><br>His aura had turned from a deep shade of orange that I remembered as a child, to a murky brown. It was so different from what I was used to that it scared me. I tried to ask my mom if she saw it, but she just laughed it off and told me to stop making things up.<br><br>Then he died. It was sudden, without any warning. He felt fine in the morning, and by nightfall, he was gone.<br><br>I realized then that his aura was trying to tell me something, but I didn't know how to listen. I just knew that when it changed color, it was a sign of something bad to come.<br><br>As years went by, I realized that auras didn't just indicate impending doom. They indicated a person's mood, personality, and sometimes even their occupation. For instance, I once met a woman with an aura that was a deep indigo color. When I asked her what she did for a living, she told me she was an artist. Apparently, indigo was the sign of creativity.<br><br>But with this newfound understanding also came the realization that I could see some very, very dark auras. Sometimes, the darkest auras surrounded people that I loved.<br><br>This is when I learned to fear auras.<br><br>I had grown close to my college roommates, and when I first noticed that one of them had a black aura, I tried to brush it off. Auras were just a manifestation of a person's energy, a representation of their mood at the moment. I had learned how to control my own aura, to project positivity and hope for a better life.<br><br>But this man's aura never changed. It was black as coal, a constant reminder of something dark and sinister lurking beneath his surface.<br><br>I didn't want to believe it. I tried to convince myself that he was just a moody person, prone to negative thoughts. But one look into his eyes told me otherwise.<br><br>His eyes were void of any life, of any emotion. They were black holes, sucking in the light around him and destroying everything in his path. His aura may have been black, but his eyes were what truly terrified me.<br><br>I felt a sense of responsibility to warn my roommates, but they didn't believe me. They thought I was crazy, making up stories to get attention.<br><br>So I suffered in silence, watching as he manipulated and hurt those around him. He was a puppeteer, pulling the strings to make everyone do his bidding.<br><br>And then, one day, he did something terrible.<br><br>He attacked my roommates. I'm not sure how he did it, or what possessed him to do such a thing, but I know he left them for dead.<br><br>I saw it happen. I was frozen in fear as he beat them mercilessly, their screams echoing through the room. I watched as he left them lying on the floor, broken and bleeding.<br><br>I didn't know what to do. I couldn't call the authorities, not without telling them the truth about how I knew what was going to happen. I was paralyzed with fear, unable to move or speak.<br><br>But then, something changed. My aura, which had always been a bright blue, turned a deep shade of indigo. It was as if my creativity had taken over, inspiring me to do something to save my roommates.<br><br>I rushed to their side, calling 911 as I cradled their broken bodies in my arms. I cried and screamed, begging for them to stay with me.<br><br>They lived, barely. But the experience left me shaken. I realized that I had the power to change the fate of those around me, to save them from the darkness that lurked within others.<br><br>I began to see auras more clearly than ever before. I could sense the darkness in people, the evil that lurked beneath the surface. And I knew that I had to do something about it.<br><br>I started small, warning people about those with dark auras. But no one believed me. They thought I was crazy, a paranoid conspiracy theorist trying to ruin the lives of others.<br><br>So I took matters into my own hands. I started to confront those with dark auras, to try and change them before they could do any harm. It wasn't easy, and many times I found myself in danger. But I knew it was worth it.<br><br>Because when you can see auras, you realize just how much evil is out there. You see the darkness that lurks within people, the evil that they try to hide. And you know that you have to do something to stop it.<br><br>I've been living this way for years now, constantly on the lookout for those with dark auras. It's exhausting, but it's worth it. Because when you can see auras, you realize that you have the power to change the fate of those around you.<br><br>And that's a responsibility that I take very seriously.<br><br>But it's a curse. A curse that I can never escape.<br><br>Because even though I can see auras, I can never turn them off.