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

I don’t think there’s anything I can do about it now. I can see people's auras. And now I know how they’re going to die.<br><br>Maybe it makes me a freak. I don’t know. I just know that I have to tell someone about how it started. About how my sister died. I'm not asking for sympathy or anything. I just need to get this off of my chest. Before it gets too heavy.<br><br>The first time it happened, I was nine.<br><br>My dad was a great fisherman. He had an old wooden boat that he took both me and my sister out on. He had recently purchased a new fishing rod for my sister and me to share, and we were excited to go on our first fishing trip together. I couldn’t wait for us to go out on the water, and I remember begging my dad to hurry up as he worked on the boat for hours before we could go out.<br><br>It was a beautiful, calm day with hardly any wind and a sky full of clouds. I thought it was perfect, and so did my dad. I sat next to my sister as she rowed the boat out and looked out at the water that had hardly any ripples in it. My dad sat at the very front of the boat, smiling at us as he fished.<br><br>I was happy in a way I had never been before.<br><br>Then, somewhere around 2:00 PM, a weird sensation went through my head. It was like when you’re doing something that needs your full attention and you feel yourself getting distracted, but in reverse. I noticed my dad first. He had an aura about him that I could see with the naked eye, kind of like a shadow. This one was yellow and seemed to go all the way around him. I stared at it in confusion not knowing what it was.<br><br>Then I looked at my sister, and my heart skipped a beat. She had an aura too, but it was red. Like blood red.<br><br>I didn’t know what to make of it. I thought it was a trick from the light for a second but then I noticed I could see auras around all the objects on the boat, even the water itself. They were all yellow or orange, and some of them were darker shades than others.<br><br>That’s when the feeling of dread crept in. My sister’s aura was the only one that was red, and it stuck out like a sore thumb. I didn’t know what it meant, but I knew it couldn’t be good. I thought maybe I should tell my dad but I didn’t want to sound crazy. I felt like I could ask my sister. We were close in age and were more like best friends than siblings. I looked over at her, about to open my mouth and talk to her.<br><br>That’s when I saw the looks on their faces. My dad was panicking and looking behind him in the water. My sister was crying as she looked at me with a terrified expression in her eyes. She was shaking.<br><br>I looked back to see what they were looking at. It was a shark. It looked like a great white from the color of its fin that was sticking out of the water. I froze up as I watched it in terror.<br><br>The shark had gotten to the boat and had ripped a hole in the side of it. The water was gushing in and I was shaking.<br><br>I looked back at my sister and saw her start to beg. “Pleeease.” She cried as she began to take off her shoes. I can’t describe it. I was in a daze and couldn’t do anything to help.<br><br>My dad was crying too as he tried to grab her but she was too fast. She jumped into the water. The shark had her within three seconds, and she was gone.<br><br>I watched in horror as my dad tried to fish her out of the water with a fishing hook. After a few minutes of doing that, he gave up. He burst into tears as I think the reality of the situation had sunk in. My sister was dead and she was gone. He held me tight as he sobbed and we just floated there as the water continued to fill up the boat. I was numb and in shock. I felt like I was in a dream.<br><br>The boat tilted over on its side as more water accumulated, and my dad struggled to get us out of the boat. He pulled me out of the water and on to a nearby buoy. I remember just staring into space as he cried and hugged me.<br><br>I don’t remember how we got rescued. I just remember the look on my mother’s face when she saw me on her TV. The police had found me and interviewed me on live television. My mother was crying and wailing as she struggled to comprehend the news.<br><br>My dad didn’t survive. The water was too cold for him, and the hypothermia got to him. They found his body days later, decomposed in the water. My mom was a wreck. She never took her eyes off of me after that. She barely let me out of her sight.<br><br>I didn’t mention the auras I saw. I knew that if I did, I would be locked up forever. I just learned to live with it and deal with the fact that I can see how people are going to die.<br><br>My mom has an aura that’s green. It’s a dark green, but it’s not red. I’m not worried about her. I’m not going to say what her aura looks like specifically because I don’t think she’s going to die the way my sister did. I just wish I could have warned her. Warned my dad. Warned my sister.<br><br>I wish I had said something. I live with that guilt every day.<br><br>I am burdened to live my life knowing I can see auras. I have to suppress my paranoia and anxiety every day for fear of going crazy. I’ve thought about killing myself for a long time, but I still have hope that things will get better. It’s not all bad. There are a lot of people who have yellow auras. Maybe there’s a reason why my sister was chosen to die.<br><br>Maybe there’s a reason why I can see the auras.<br><br>I don’t know.<br><br>I just know that I might be able to use my power for good. I might be able to save lives. I’ve been considering telling people with red auras to watch out. I guess there’s no harm in trying.<br><br>I’m just going to end it here. If you’ve read this far, then thank you. I appreciate it.<br><br>I think I’ve gotten most of it off of my chest.<br><br>&#x200B;