Publication in response to the weekend experience writing initiative.
In many on many occasions despise what many consider to be a gift.
The visions seemed absurd to me, a mere coincidence, a dream remembered at another time because if you do not manage to change someone else's life or improve it, having a gift is useless.
I thought all this until one afternoon when I was at home on a Friday, after a long working day, I was resting on the sofa and there was a knock at the door; it was a neighbor asking me for some coffee. As I handed it to him, my skin crawled; a shiver ran through my body from head to toe.
First time in my life I had such a strong sensation as that, of being present and having an image of everything so close as if there was a giant screen in front of me, I saw how my neighbor lost his life in a car accident; in which he was distracted listening to music just when a driver of a van who was going at full speed lost control, crashed into my neighbor's car taking him out of the road. He screamed and screamed in desperation until he was unconscious. A few minutes later the car caught fire when I reacted and he said to me:
-What's wrong with you? You look pale. -Nothing, I think I'm exhausted. I need a vacation.
-We all need a vacation these days; he said jokingly; he thanked me for the coffee and left.
I was in a stupor and went to bed without dinner.
The next day, I got up early and just wanted to forget what happened but it was kind of inevitable, it came to my mind every now and then so I tidied up and cleaned the house with music blaring to distract me a little. There was a knock at the door and I went out to see who; a friend from the building told me:
-Turn it down or don't you know that you should respect a little. I answered her that it was daytime and at that hour nobody sleeps,
-I don't mean that, she told me: -because of what happened to Mr. Victor. -What happened to him? Don't tell me that the accident was true.
-And you already knew everything and you still play music at full volume? -Tell me what happened. -Well, Mr. Victor died an hour ago, apparently a truck crashed and the car caught fire. I could only say:
-For God's sake! I saw everything and I couldn't do anything.
-Were you there at the accident? My neighbor asked me.
-No, I had a vision where I was able to detail everything.
-God you have the gift! My grandmother had the gift but she couldn't prevent anyone's death; if she tried to prevent the fate of others, something similar to the death she had in the vision would happen to her.
-I don't want this for me.
-You don't choose the gift, it is given to you and that's it. Something can be done to stop having this "gift".
From that time on, I started having visions, it was really inevitable to have them. When I had them, it was because people didn't have much time left to live.
Only once I ended up telling a friend what his death was going to be like and everything turned out worse because he decided to take his own life a few hours after I told him.
That is why from that moment on I never tell anyone how he will die and I will always hate to have this curse or "gift" as many call it.
The images are my own.
Translated from Spanish to English by DeppL (free version)
