My psychic powers started to surface when I was a young child. When I was about 3 years old, I had an imaginary friend named Bob, who I later discovered from an old family album was my great, great, great, grandfather Robert. Not only that but strange things always happened around me. For instance, I always seem to heal faster than what seems possible. When I broke my arm, the doctors said it was fairly mangled and that it would take at least a year before they could remove the cast. But it didn't work out that way. I was so mad about it, I just kept thinking about how wonderful it would be to participate in sports with my friends. The doctors were astonished when they were able to remove the cast after only 4 month's.
I never really learned to use my powers on command, but it always seems to appear when I need it. Just this past summer, I was working in an auto shop and my supervisor asked me to put away a blow torch and it accidentally went off on my hand. It looked like I burned it pretty bad, but all I had to do was wash it with water. It was gone, like it had never happened.
But that's not the freakiest thing. The worst thing was when you got angry. I had to be really careful for a long time. When I got angry, I would end up hurting people, whether it was a coffee pot exploding or people just getting hurt for no apparent reason. After a while though, I learned to channel my anger properly. So now I don't worry about it as much.
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