Prolong

Ever since I was a little girl I knew things. Not just insignificant things like the names of all the past presidents for the United States, or what is the exact definition of gravity. But things I am not supposed to know…not anything I could possible in anyway should have known. I can tell you when the girl next door is going to die which is in two hours, twenty minutes, and forty five seconds by a tragic hit a run. Or that my mother is having affair with the working man a few blocks down who failed to tell her that he have AIDS when they had sex. I could practically smell the sickness off my mother, and knew that she contact the disease on their first time together. I know secrets and facts about the world that others do not know, like there is a world parallel to ours. They are invisible to the mortal eye, but I can see them and with a glance or a bump in the arm I knew all their secrets and desires; their pass and their future. I know everything. All their secrets and their knowledge. I was fascinated with this world but didn't really bother to look into it, because I know I will be soon introduce to that world because of one girl… a girl name Clary Fray.