I'm young and new to the psychic world. I finally found answers to all of the questions I've asked my parents. They've called me crazy and even possessed. Maybe if I was older someone would believe me when I tell them what's going to happen. My parents are extremely religious. I could tell them exactly what's going to happen and give them the date and they would still say it was a lucky guess. I know it's much more than luck.
My story starts out with me and one of my close friends playing a game. She knows I'm psychic and loves it when I tell her when things are going to happen. She liked this boy and wanted to date him. It was the first of October and I told her in 18 days they would be together. Sure enough, on October 19th he asked her.
That's how all of this started. My aunt had a cancerous tumor on her cerebellum for awhile and the doctors said they didn't know how long she would live. I soon as I heard that, the thought that she wouldn't make it through the night polluted my mind. I knew she wasn't going to live to see the morning. I called my best friend to tell her this was going to happen so when it did I would know that I'm not crazy. My mother came in my room at eleven thirteen to tell me that my aunt was no longer with us. I cried, not for the death of my aunt, but because I was scared of my own abilities. If I can predict that what else can I see?