[ 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 ...

I'm not like you, I see differently. When I look at someone, I see into their future but I only get to see the worst part. Particularly their deaths, I see them in gruesome detail. I've seen car crashes, murders, stabbings and once, I even saw someone who would later die in a plane crash. 
 
 I was n't always cursed this way, it all started after I was in a nearly fatal car crash, I woke up from a short coma and I could see the deaths of everyone around me. The doctors simply chalked it down to ptsd and gave me meds but I knew it was more that mere ptsd. I knew what I was seeing was n't just imagination. I even found a few people who were to die in a few days time and followed them up to see if they did and they did. All this time, I had not seen my own face in the mirror. I mean, I had seen it but half of it was still covered in bandages, still recovering from my injuries. 
 
 Something I noticed about my death vision was that it only worked if I could see the entire face of the person. I could n't see the deaths of people who had their faces covered. This is why I figured, I could n't see mine yet and I was determined to keep it that way. I did n't wan na know how I died, I mean would you? Would you want to see how you died in gruesome detail? Of course not! 
 
 After the bandages came off, I was very careful not to look at my complete reflection. Anytime I wanted to set my hair, I would tie a kerchief around my face. When I brushed my teeth, I wore a bandana, Shades and a scarf for good measure. The temptation to just look at my face in its entirety was hard to overcome but I did. I was traumatised enough by the deaths of others as it is. 
 
 Shortly after the accident, I moved out of town into a sleepy little village and lived on my own. The fewer the people, the better for me. I lived in a tiny cottage with no reflective surfaces save for the tiny mirror in my bathroom that I kept covered by a cloth most of the time. 
 
 This morning, I was brushing my teeth as usual and just as I was finishing, my bandana came lose and dropped into the sink. In my desperation to catch it, I undid the scarf and lo! I was staring at my naked face in the mirror. The world went black and I saw myself standing in complete darkness. Suddenly, a look of consternation came over me and I covered behind something. Shortly after a dark figure entered the place and after a short struggle, stabbed me. 
 
 As I came out of my nightmarish reverie, gasping for breath after seeing myself die. I heard a loud crash in the house, suddenly the power went out. A look of consternation came over my face as I covered behind the bathroom door.
