“The rain must be in a hurry.” That’s what crossed my mind as I stood in front of the door. I looked out into the street as I saw the waves of heavy rain fly down the street. I always wondered how the rain felt, and yet I was glad I did not. I walked inside and looked to the window. The rain water was rushing down the window, clouding my vision. 

I stared at my reflection. It was distorted in the window. “Is it…because of the rain?” I wondered. Was it? Or was it some other reason. I never understood how I saw the things I saw. They frightened me, yet I would not scream. I would not cower in fear of what was there. 

I could see numbers and dates above people’s heads as they walked, I could see aura’s around them, red, blue, and black. The ones with a red aura were lively, and through each passing day I could see the red growing dim. Blue, I believe represented sickness, I was not sure. There was one thing I was sure of, black was death. That they were dying. 

I wished to be one of them. I did not know why…“why was I chosen?”

There will be more when I finish:)

Looking forward to telling the rest of the tale.