[ WP ] Becoming a god .

I've always known there was something special about me; I was n't like everyone else. There are things I just *KNEW* without being told. 
 
 My first memory of it was when I was in preschool. I'd look at people, and just KNOW things. I'd look at one of the kids, and somehow I just KNEW something was going to happen to his pet cat. Sure enough, I was over at his house later that day playing, when his mom found the cat, dead.'' 
 
 `` It did n't happen all that much when I was young, but as I got older, it happened more and more. By the time I was in Junior high, it became pretty common. I was sort-of seeing a girl named Mary. You ca n't really do much in Junior High. I had no car, and no real friends, so we'd just walk around school, talking, and i'd steal a kiss here and there. I remember one time, I looked in her eyes and i just knew. I could n't it it into words, because I was n't even sure what rape was at the time, but I looked in her eyes and I knew something horrible was going to happen to her. I tried to tell her, but she just looked at me strangely, and ran away. I found out the next day she had been raped. I still wish I could have warned her. 
 
 I had a teacher in high school, Mrs Smithers. We really did n't get along very well. She had these ideas, and we just used to argue all the time. I remember distinctly after she had failed me on a test I had studied for,'I hope she dies in a fire.' Later on that night, I found out that her house burned down. 
 
 I was amazed. Could I wish things, and have them happen? What did that mean? Was I GOD? I tried it out in very small ways throughout the rest of school. I had wished that Sally Joe's boyfriend would leave her so she'd notice me. And it happened! He must have moved away or something because suddenly, I stopped seeing him around. She did notice me! Could it be true? 
 
 Things like this happened on and off throughout my life. I know it sounds crazy to tell people that you're GOD, so I kept it to myself, that is, until June tenth. That's why we're here, isnt it? I was at work, and I had a very sudden premonition that something terrible was going to happen. I had visions of everyone in the building dying horribly, with bloody holes all over their bodies. I tried to warn people, and they just looked at me as if there was something wrong with me. I could tell i was getting angry. The more I tried to tell people what was going to happen, and the looks I got, the angrier I got. 
 
 The next thing I remember, I'm sitting in the hallway, surrounded by people in the building, everyone around me with gunshot wounds. I suddenly feel what feels like several punches in the gut. I drop something from my hand, and it clatters on the ground. As the world began to dim, I notice the object in my hands, that I had dropped was a rifle. What does God need with a rifle?
