CHAPTER 2

They left me their card. They left me believing I would somehow help them. Help them to do what? I asked myself in my loneliness. Find the demon who did this? Kill another human being trapped inside?

It was cold that night. The night everything changed. The night Jonathan decided to turn left. To take a shortcut. The night I called and asked him not to. I asked him to take another road. To bring milk. Anything so he wouldn't go down that road.

"There is a grocery store this way. I'll get it from there."

"NO!" I cried in desperation. He had to get away from that road. From that specific alley at that specific time. I had touched them with my left hand. I had seen all scenarios. I had known that if he took that road, it would be his last road. "I'm begging you. Go any other way."

"Worried about me?" He chuckled.

"Of course I am worried about you, doofus! Just head home any other way!"

"Don't you need the milk, though?"

"Just get home!"

"I'll be there."

And he never was.

Because he chose to get that freaking milk. Because he chose to listen to my lie. He did it for me. Because of me, he died. And I will never forgive myself.

I will never forgive myself for not getting there in time. For running to him after his last breath was taken. For not being there as he died when I knew, I knew, he might be dying.

This thing I have, this sickness, this gift. Whatever it is. There is no name to it. Because for my whole life, I have not been able to figure out whether it is a curse or a blessing. No matter what I know will happen, I cannot change it. No matter how hard I tried.

Jonathan was killed with my knowledge. With that long, silver blade. I wasn't able to explain what I was doing there, by his side, without sounding crazy. What was I supposed to say? I knew he would die? I tried to prevent it? I ran from home, in my pijamas, trying to stop the completely random murder of my boyfriend?

Then I would have to explain what I was. What I had. And no one would understand. I knew no one would understand.

I picked up the phone and called my best friend right now. The person I had met a few months ago but had proven to be a valuable being in my life. The one person who I felt would understand this feeling of loss.

"Hello?" She answered.

"Hi, Lisa! It's Jenna. Are you busy today?"

Lisa had been like a puzzle to me ever since I met her two years ago. She was always sad, even when she pretended she was not. As if something was missing. I touched her with my right hand, but as far as she knew there was nothing to be sad about. The thing about this strange power is that, I can see the past of the person with my right hand. With my left I can see all their futures. And I can feel every single emotion they have, or ever will, feel.

And when I touched her I felt sad. Extremely sad. Broken. And incomplete. But her past did not match up. She was happy. And she knew she was happy. But still, something was missing.

She always smiled, though. And she was comforting. "Everything will turn out fine. You'll see." She said with a sympathetic smile as she touched my shoulder.

I shook my head. "The FBI just came by." I said. Or lied. They weren't FBI. But I had to play a role of normal human. "It is kind of shocking to see them suddenly here. Asking questions about my murdered boyfriend." It felt insane. And hurtful.

We were sitting on the far side of a cafeteria. She was having an espresso while I had a Frappuccino. For some reason, I was always in the mood for cold drinks when it was cold outside.

"It must be overwhelming."

I nodded. And behind her the door opened. Sam and Dean entered looking around. Spotting me, they started approaching us. Lisa turned to see where my gaze had drifted out to and that's when the weirdest thing happened.

Dean froze in place. And so did Lisa.

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