Sometimes, he could almost feel it: the gentle spring of a child's curly hair under his hands. Bruno Madrigal had only seen this child in his head; he had seen six of them. But he had to wait a long time to meet them because right now, he was only fifteen years old. His gift taunted him by filling his heart with love for these children while he wanted so badly to steal Julieta's favorite knife and slit his own throat with it. Right now, Julieta was banging on his door and calling for him. Bruno ignored her. He had locked the door; she would give up and go away eventually.

"Bruno! Casita! Let me in!" Julieta shouted.

Bruno sat on the top of his stairs and waited for his sister to leave. But she didn't. He heard her grunting, followed by his door clicking open.

Puñeta.

Julieta was screaming. Now he had to go to her. She had noticed the change in his room. It had gone from zero to one hundred steps of stairs in the last ten years.

"Juli! Juli! Hey!" Bruno shouted as he hugged Julieta.

Julieta's eyes were wide and demanding. Bruno's heart ached at the look of fright on Julieta's face. One of the children in his visions had the same face as Julieta; at least one of those beautiful girls had to be Julieta's. Bruno tried to hold on to the image of the child with Julieta's face and butterflies on her dress, but the violence of his most recent vision pushed through.

Bloody corpses with unseeing eyes piled on the floor of a humble house.

It was not Bruno's first death vision. It would not be the last. But it was the most violent thus far. It had frightened him so much that he hadn't really finished the whole vision. He would have to do it again. He would have to see everything again to determine if it could be avoided or when it would take place.

"What happened to your room?!" Julieta shrilled.

So many things were happening at once. On top of Bruno trying to process the horror of the massacre in his vision, Julieta was shocked that his room had shifted since the last time she had been in it. What else was going to happen? Worse visions? Worse migraines? More stairs? Having to see his own death someday? Bruno was only fifteen; he had a whole lifetime ahead of him to experience those things that he dreaded.

This was ridiculous. Bruno started laughing before he could stop himself. Nothing made sense. "I don't know," he told Julieta. Bruno knew he was scaring his sister, but he couldn't stop laughing.

"There's food downstairs if you feel like eating, okay?" Julieta said in a small voice before leaving.

Bruno looked at his vast empty room, wanting to tear his hair out. Whatever was going to happen, it had nothing to do with him. But now that he had seen some of it, he had no choice but to see it through to the end. Climbing all the way back up to his vision cave helped to clear his mind somehow. His body tired, all he had to do was sit in the sand and relax. He needed to be calm before the horrors greeted his eyes again.