It is a short story changed all my life

It is a short story changed all my life. It is an experience turned all, what I believed.  It is thing, what made me a different person. No, nothing will be like before. Not me, not my life will never become normal.

From my childhood I was different. I was too abnormal, too inadequate and too smart.  I noticed things, which others were afraid to notice. I saw people, who couldn’t be there. And my toys were my best friends. Other children were afraid of me and their parents didn’t let them to be with me. I can understand them. that what you don’t  understand and will never understand scares you and repels.

Yes. I saw souls. The people’s souls weren’t only what I saw. I saw thing’s souls. Who could think than things can have a soul? And only I have given knowledge about that and power to communicate with them from God.

Years were coming. My gift was becoming stronger and my life was becoming more abnormal. I saw ghosts. I always was living among them.

Everything changed. All my abnormal life became more abnormal, when on the one autumn day I saw my family among my ghost company. Never then at that moment I hated myself and my ability to see them.

My emotions are my power. My feelings became the great weapon against humanity at that moment.

I still don’t understand how, but all my emotions somehow impacted on all my ghost friends and they moved me in the past 24 hours. I thought that God resist my parent’s death. And I did everything to save them from the fatal car crash. Actually I lost my hand but my family was alive. They were with me.

But even the loss of my hand can’t be compared with that the school bus full of children fell into a ditch. Nobody survived. Everything was covered in blood. I was stained with children’s blood. Now every day I see these children’s faces. Every night I see nightmare, one and the same nightmare. I see the death. I am the death. And I will always live with that.

I wasn’t right. In that day my parents died to save harmless lifes. And I came back only to just say goodbye.

My gift became my goddam. My parents are my reminder that I am a monster forever.