I will start off with a little background. I met steven when I was nineteen and he was sixteen. He was very handsome and very sweet. I was just going through a divorce and Steven was a rebound relationship. I didn't treat him very well. He got emotionally attached and I just didn't feel the same way. He even threatened to kill himself and cut himself when I wouldn't be his girlfriend anymore. We did remain friends after such a roller coaster relationship. We did have a lot of good memories.
Me and Steven had lost touch for a few months. I was pregnant with another mans baby and was happily in that relationship when out of the blue Steven started calling me again. We talked for hours every night for a week strait. He wanted to touch my belly (I was 6 months pregnant.) We met up and he touched my belly and we talked and he was his happy go lucky self as he had always been.
That night after I had seen steven face to face he called me again, and I was on my way to the casino with a friend. He told me that he loved me and that I was his first love and joked with me. (Basically the same conversation we had every night, and I didn't notice anything out of the ordinary.)
At about 2:30 am we were getting ready to leave and I had this bad feeling in the pit of my stomach. I made a comment about it to my friend brittney. I ignored the feeling and got into the car and started driving to the casino. At about 3 am the feeling had progressively gotten worse then it came to a head... I started to hyperventilate, I couldn't breathe, I started to vomit, and I just started sobbing uncontrollably for about 3 minutes.
I got overwhelmed with great sadness during this time for no reason. Then it just stopped and all the feeling melted away and I told my friend I knew someone had died. I had felt it. I told her that I guess we would find out tomorrow what that feeling was but I knew one hundred percent someone had died.
We called around to make sure it wasn't my mother or family members. It wasn't. The next day a friend called me and told me that steven had committed suicide that night. I knew what I had felt was steven's death. I had never had such feeling before in my life. My friend who was there with me was amazed and told me that I was psychic. I just couldn't shake what had happened for weeks. I felt steven following me around even though I couldn't see anything.
Finally me and my friend played on the Ouija board. I talked to steven and asked him to leave me alone. He didn't. Finally after a couple more times talking to him the feeling I had of him being around just went away completely. I have dreams of him every night since his death. They are always peaceful. I just wish I could get some closure to tell me why I felt his death. And is this a one time thing or do I have some ability? And why do I continue to constantly dream about him even when I'm not thinking of him?