[ WP ] You gain a powerful superpower , but it comes at a great cost .

I sat on the floor of my tiny studio staring at my hands that were still shaking violently. I clenched my fists tight taking in a deep breath. 
 
 `` Just a dream.'' I said trying to calm down. 
 
 I stood up and walked over to the pantry and found the last of my Jack Daniels. I put it into an Owl shaped mug and within a few swigs it was gone. I felt my eyes get tired again and laid on my bed. 
 
 `` No dreams.'' I said to my brain of course it did n't listen. 
 
 It had been only a few months since I was approached by a homeless man who wanted to give me a `` gift'' for buying him a hot meal. Some gift. I had n't slept in days and when I did sleep the dreams came. Horrible visions of what could happen not would but could. I could see the future but there were two flaws to this. The future was n't set in stone so say someone wants to shoot up a school, they go to bed believing they are going to shoot up the school kill whoever then kill themselves but they wake up and something changes their mind, maybe they're favorite cereal was on sale, does n't matter cause they choose not to shoot up the school. I get to see them actually do it, the people screaming for mercy, the jock pissing his pants when faced with death all of it. When this gift first happened I would cry wolf every time. Most of the time I was right but of course the media only got wind of when I was wrong and it was n't long before I was written off as a crazy person who lucked out on a few right calls. The second was that the only time the dreams stopped was when I drank heavily, which made me develop a drinking habit that would put an Irishman to shame. I rolled out of bed seeing the clock say it was almost 10:00 am. I sat up and got dressed grabbed my wallet and started my walk to the store. I had moved twice since getting the “ gift ” and now lived off of whatever money my parents sent me. They were sure I was having a mental breakdown and forced to go to counseling to get their checks every month. My head spun back and forth as I made it to Albertsons. I filled my cart with Gatorade, bread, peanut butter, jelly, bananas and of course whiskey. I must have smelt horrid because people made sure to avoid me as I checked out. I walked out the store and walked through the parking lot. I didn ’ t hear it but a car backed up beside me and bumped my hip. I turned and screamed at it. 
 “ Watch where you ’ re fucking going! ” I screamed. I looked at the rearview mirror and saw a set of very familiar piercing green eyes. I felt my heart sink and I dropped my bags. I wanted to be angry but the pure shock was still racing through me. He stepped out of the car and I barely recognized him. The skinny, smelly homeless man with a scraggly beard and stringy hair was now standing tall. His face was clean and he wore a polo shirt and jeans. 
 
 “ Hello, Sarah. ” He said. He voice wasn ’ t as raspy as it was and I swore he even looked younger. I felt the shock begin to wear off and rage replaced it. 
 
 “ You! ” I screamed and ran at him. I grabbed his shirt. “ You fucking piece of dog shit! Do you know what you ’ ve done to me? ” I yelled at the top of my lungs. He wasn ’ t fazed. 
 
 “ Yes. ” He said. No remorse or guilt just a stern affirmation. I let him go and put my hand out. 
 
 “ Take it back! I can ’ t take this anymore! Please! ” I screamed. He sighed and shook his head. 
 
 “ I ’ m sorry Sarah but no. ” 
 
 “ Take it or I ’ ll make you! ” I screamed. He smiled and laughed a little. 
 
 “ Sorry but you can only receive the gift if you want it. I don ’ t want it. ” He went to get back in his but I grabbed him. I fell to my knees my eyes swollen with tears. 
 
 “ Please! I can ’ t do this! ” I said. He pulled his arm away. 
 
 “ You think you have it rough! I was stuck with that thing for five year! I lost my wife, kids, and job and was fucking living on the streets eating garbage! ” He grabbed me by my hair and tossed me away from his car. “ You ’ ve had it for five fucking months! You want to get rid of it find some sad sap to take it just like I did! ” He jumped in his car and sped away. I got to my feet and started walking. I felt my feet moving as I contemplated what he said. Was I willing to put this burden on some poor new sap? I got home with only the bottle of whiskey and sat on my bed. I walked to the medicine cabinet and pulled out a bottle of Tylenol and one by one took every single pill. I laid on the bed and started to cry not from the fear of dying, it could n't be all that bad, but from relief that pretty soon it would all be over. My eyes finally grew heavy and I went into my dreamless sleep.
