[ 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 morning, as I routinely brushed my teeth, I absentmindedly looked up from the sink to see myself for the first time. The apparition of my future self quickly replaced my face in the mirror and for some reason I just could n't look away this time. I've avoided this moment so rigorously, so fearfully, for so long. As I continued to stare I realized that it was just a matter of time before I finally looked. Deep down I've always wanted to know, but did n't have the courage to look at myself... now I wish I had found the courage to look away. 
 
 It's a short vision, only lasting a few seconds, but it's enough. I am an insane assylum, strapped to a bed in an isolated room, bed pan to my left and an old nurse calmy reading a book in a chair to my right. The door opens and an orderly walks into the room. He is a huge, hulking man, and is holding a syringe in his left hand. The nurse looks up from her book and slowly closes it. She looks at me with a long hateful stare, slowly gets up from her chair and starts to leave the room. She hesitates a moment before opening the door, looks at the orderly as if to say something but then decides against it. As the door slowly closes behind her I realize that the man has n't moved since he entered the room. Has n't looked away from me once in fact. Just staring at me, unmoving. Unblinking. 
 
 `` You were right about my sister, you bastard.'' I see his namebadge says `` Bob'' as he walks over to my bedside. 
 
 `` Why did n't you just keep your mouth shut? Why did you have to tell her?'' 
 
 `` She asked'' I said. `` In fact, she begged me, Bob.'' I wait a long second before continuing, `` I'm so sorry. I should n't have told her.'' 
 
 `` No. No, you really should'nt have.'' He takes the syringe and carefully inserts it into the IV bag connected to my veins. As he places his thumb over the plunger, he freezes. His shoulders slump and he looks at the floor. 
 
 I say, `` I did n't ask for this curse, you know. I did n't want any of this.'' 
 
 Nothing. 
 
 `` It's okay, Bob. Put me out of my misery. Let it all finally be over.'' 
 
 As his thumb presses the plunger down, I feel a calmness wash over me. I awaken from the dream to see myself in the mirror. I look as empty outside as I feel inside. 
 
 I spit out the toothpaste from my mouth. Wash my face. Slowly get dressed. And walk into the world knowing that I can never again tell anyone what I see when I look at them. 
 
 I am utterly, and completely, alone. 

