[ WP ] You have developed and ability to see how people will die when you look at them . Your entire life you avoided pictures of yourself , but today you forgot , and , brushing your teeth in the morning , looked in the mirror ...

This gift came to me so gradually that I ca n't even really explain how I developed it. I never shared this ability with anyone except for the one person that told me not to. 
 
 I had told my grandpa that he would slowly start dying of cancer over the next year. The look he gave me made feel like shit. I saw so much betrayal in his eyes. He was my grandpa that always loved me, but in that moment I was shaken. I had told him something that would ruin his last months. My grandpa eventually loss his mind but I remember a good moment along the way. He told me he still loved me and that I was just a foolish grandson that did something wrong. He told me that I ca n't tell people how they're going to die. He told me that they need to be left to live their life normally. 
 
 Good old grandpa died eventually, but I figured that he meant people are better off not knowing. `` Ignorance is bliss,'' as the old cliché goes. I went into the belief that people are happier without the worry. 
 
 As the skill eventually became perfect to where I could tell how anyone would die, I knew not to look at myself. My mind would create a dark hole where glimpses of myself through a still pond or a reflection off a clean window would be. It was a neat trick my brain allowed itself to do so that I have time to avoid seeing how I would die. 
 
 Though this is about how I saw my own death. I was finishing my very last final of college. My mind was depleted from studying so much and taking a fucking nasty exam. I wanted to celebrate the end of that kind of stress. I facebook messaged my buddies to tell them I am done and that it's time to drink hard. I left behind all control that night and drank without inhibition but the inhibition of alcohol. 
 
 I woke up to my first hangover and my only memories from the night before were throwing up. All that physiology courses and I forgot to mediate the alcohol with water. I decided to be smart and evaluate my bodily damage. I looked in the mirror. 
 
... Fuck... 
 
 I saw it. Just like all the others. I saw their face and within my mind I see how I would die. It would be from falling down the stairs from my leg giving out from the repercussions of all the poor decisions of the prior night. In my head I see myself bleeding with a split head. I freaked. I called my girlfriend and told her to carry me down the stairs. She looked at me with the look I knew well. The one she always gave me when I would say something stupid as a joke. This time I was dead serious. I told her just to do it for me. My sweet girl said `` Haha, okay big baby. I can tell you regret drinking so much.'' I looked in the mirror and it changed. Another image of me dying. 
 
 This time it was from one of the bridges collapsing. What the fuck? That shit actually happens in real life? I told myself to avoid that bridge. Then right away another one. Jesus fucking Christ my mind is killing me. I go to lay down on the couch downstairs. The girl has left and I'm all alone. I had always been calm about her. My vision for her was of her dying of old age. I do n't get to see if anyone is there. I tried not to think about it. I just assumed I was gone already. 
 
 After enough thinking about that, I decide to check out what the hell is going on. I get a picture of myself that has been sitting on top of the piano. Then there it was again. I do the same trick. Think it out to avoid this death. Then another one comes. I keep doing it and it keeps fucking changing. Then eventually it would n't change. 
 
 It was her. She stabs me right in the heart with a knife. I do n't see it coming. I see it coming now so why does n't it change? She would never do that. Why is this image showing? I tell myself that I'm broke. It's just a fuck up from me messing around with my skill/fate. Whatever the fuck God has done to fuck with me. She wo n't kill me right? 
 
 She comes running into the house. I scream. She grabs her laptop and says `` I forgot my laptop. Why the fuck are you screaming?'' 
 
 `` Sorry you surprised me.'' 
 
 `` Since when do you get startled?'' 
 
 She leaves. 
 
 She was right, since when? I thought I had control over my life until I saw myself. That was supposed to give me control over my death too right? Why ca n't I do anything about it? 
 
 I can get control back... 
 
 That's my knife, and she does n't need to use it.
