[ WP ] You have the ability to see into the future . However , every time you use this power , you forget something important about the past .

The very first time I Saw, I forgot my best friend's birthday. It started small like that, little things that were easily recovered. Little things, like my parents' anniversary date, my brother's first piano recital. Little things, like my first date with Bryan, and how it'd gone hilariously wrong. That's why I did n't stop Seeing, because those memories were memories that I could recover. 
 
 But eventually, it grew out of control. After I could no longer remember my own wedding day, Seeing was something I could no longer control. 
 
 The visions into the future came on their own, while I was showering, while I was cooking, while I was driving. They came as I was on the phone with my parents, while I was on my way to dinner with Bryan. 
 
 At first, I Saw a world shiny and green with promise. I saw an Earth running entirely on green energy. In countries I once saw on the news that were rich in poverty and disease, I now could see thriving, because their abundance of forests supplied them with the energy needed to run their towns. In countries I once saw taking the world over with their monopolies on oil and freshwater, I now saw helping to rid poverty. And I could *italics*feel*italics* the happiness, I could see it on the faces of every citizen walking by. Contented, healthy. 
 
 But the visions flashed by much too quickly, and too soon, I'd be back at home. With Bryan, who could n't remember my birthday, and my parents, who used me as a pawn in their divorce. I started craving the safety and happiness I saw my visions. I was craving the satisfaction that all of its citizens seemed to feel, and I started using it. I used it when Bryan came home, and used his hand as a weapon. I used it when my dad called me to ask me, no, beg me, to tell the world about the time my mother slept with the pool boy. I used it when my mom pleaded with me to tell the divorce attorney about the time I caught our dad in bed with my fifth grade teacher. 
 
 But as soon as I gave into the visions, as soon as I let them come whenever they wanted, the sooner they started to become unpleasant. The future as I used to see it started to decay, and in its place, I saw disease and darkness. I saw a world slick with blood, with sadness, and unbridled hatred. I saw war after war, flashing by. And in the present, I stopped being able to remember the scorching pain as Bryan burned me for burning the zucchini, and the first time I saw my father cheating on my mom. 
 
 As the world I lived in became more and more foreign, the world I could n't stop seeing became all too familiar. Still, I would choose to see the new world, I would choose to see the death and the war, and feel the pain of all the children dying from the disease running rampant, rather than stay in my own.
