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A vision of our neighbor’s pig being run over by a car halted my Tuesday morning run. The next day, I woke to the sound of a violent crash and a woman screaming, “Mugi!” Upon rushing outside to check on the commotion, I saw that her pig, Mugi, had died in her arms.
The horror didn’t stop there.
On Thursday, a vision about a homeless man collapsing from heat stroke in the middle of traffic made my yoga flow feel like I just had an hour-long sauna session instead. Then on Friday, it was about a woman choking on a gummy bear.
Actually witnessing these events over the weekend was far worse.
There didn’t seem to be any timeline rules, but I knew one thing for sure: the victims had all been fine before dying the exact same way my visions predicted.
Overwhelmed and somewhat compelled to believe that I was going cuckoo, I rushed to the kitchen and told my mom everything.
“Honey, I’m sure it’s a natural progression of your obsession with the town’s supernatural history and your mind’s way of distracting yourself from the breakup,” she said, physically unimpressed as she swatted me away from the carrots she was slicing for dinner. “You just turned seventeen. You should think about boys and school, not monsters and death.”
My eyes began to burn, but I managed to suppress any possibility of me breaking down. “Dad would’ve believed me,” I croaked.
“You know nothing about your father,” Mom said, her tone ambivalent.
In fairness, she made a point. Full disclosure: my father had already moved out of our house by the time I was old enough to have solid memories of him. Mom removed any trace of him—every old polaroid photo, every Christmas or birthday card, everything—and never explained to me why he had to leave us. All I remembered was how unhappy he made her.
I sighed, heading back to my room with a pout tugging at my lips.
Since I had no one to talk to about my newfound dilemma, I had to convince myself that my mom was right. There was no use being ambitious in a world full of unexplained mysteries. I was only seventeen-years-old.
I was no superhero.
Take it from my name: Aera Song, withAerameaninglove. I was merely a hopeless romantic teenager. I even handled my first breakup so well I turned into a psychosomatic wannabe savior. What else could go wrong?
An Oddly Isolated Teenager
If anything is possible,then anything could go wrong.
In theRedditworld, most users are experts at pretending you’re not insane, which was exactly what I needed.
Following my most recent vision, I opened my laptop and posted on Reddit:
Posted by u/steamedbuns seconds ago
What should I do? I suddenly gained psychic powers, and now I can see deaths … before they actually happen. It all started on my seventeenth birthday, after taking a bite of my Tres Leches cake. My mom doesn’t believe in me, but that man who got stung by bees and that woman who choked on a gummy bear? I freaking watched them die before they broadcasted it on TV!
Fifteen minutes later, I received some dopey replies:
Cocacola 7 points · 14 minutes ago
BUNS, THIS IS YOUR CHANCE TO SHINE. GO BE A SUPERHERO. I would, if I were you. But hey, do you mind telling me where you got the cake?
ExoXoxo12 18 points · 10 minutes ago
I once lost someone important to me, and I regret every moment of that day. If I had your powers, I would make use of it so I won’t have to lose anyone else. I would fight Fate and the Grim Reaper until death did part me from my own soul.
Yours truly, ExoXoxo12.
snorlax 30 points · 7 minutes ago
Are you okay?
_ShenLong_ 101 points · 7 minutes ago
I personally don’t believe in psychic abilities, and well, I still don’t believe. Kudos to those who do. I bet you guys have been watching a lot of CW dramas.
