Warnings: This fanfic is NOT for kids. That's all I'm going to say. ;)
She had always wondered, why?
Why her?
She was nobody special. She just was an ordinary teenage girl, still in high school; still failing math. She didn't have many friends, she didn't like talking to many people. Kids got on her nerves, and babies? Yeah, she hated them. She wasn't over the top friendly, not rude, but certainly not heroic. She didn't want to waste her whole life on saving people from horrible tragedies. She just wanted to live her life like a normal fifteen year old girl. So why her?
This gift, as her mom would call it, has always been with her, ever since she was a child.
She remembered a vision. A vision of her grandfather struggling to breath – holding his chest, falling unto the ground. Two days passed, he had a heart attack. She remembered when her first grade classmate broke his arm, she remembered the vision she had before that incident, too. She remembered the day her family found out. She remembered telling her mother that her father had been in a horrible car crash. She remembered her mother calling her father, reassuring her that her father was okay – reassuring her that he was still alive.
She remembered the call, the call that her mother had received later on that day. The call that changed her mother's life forever.
Her family was the only people who knew about this gift. She couldn't tell anybody else. No. They would call her crazy, they would tell her that she needed help. Her family once tried, they really did. No one would listen, no one would believe them.
No one would believe her.
As years passed, she then began to realize the visions she had, she realized that they were of family members, close friends. She only had visions of people – whose lives were in danger – were people she had an emotional attachment to. Thus being the reason why she had little to no friends.
She wasn't a complete loner. She had roughly three friends. Three friends that didn't know about this gift. They were annoying. Persistent. They wanted to be her friend, most likely curious about her. So in 7th grade, she was in her very first friend group.
She hated it.
She hated watching her friends get hurt: the break ups, them getting cheated on, rumors – the family deaths. She hated how she couldn't control some things.
She hated her life.
She hated the vision of her family possibly getting hurt. The visions of her little brother being bullied. Watching him come home after school, head down. Hearing him crying in the room next to hers.
She hated this gifted curse, and there was nothing she could do about it.
Kinda short, I know. I know. Didn't want to bore y'all on the first chapter. Lol. Will update y'all soon with the second chapter!