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I will warn you that this story is dark. If you're not up to those things press the 'Back' button now.

I apologize if this is too disturbing for some. I got the idea from the video that I watched and I thought that it could help raise awareness for abortion. Again, I'm sorry. Please dont burn me.

 

It was a rainy afternoon as the storm hovers over our heads. Its winds howls as its heavy drops bombard the roof of our house. But despite its intimidating efforts, we are calm. As a matter of fact, we are cozy. The power was out so the only thing we have is the fireplace burning with pine and spruce wood filling the air with its heavenly scent. We have our blankets over our bodies as we sat beside the roaring flames, sipping a cup of hot cocoa and playing a very exciting game of spin the bottle.

 

There were five of us playing. All of them are my friends. So far the bottle have missed me, not because I’ve had anything to do about it, but because the bottle doesn’t see it’s my time yet. But we have heard some pretty ridiculous and embarrassing stories, crushes and love interests and even saw a few write their names in the air with their butts.

 

But after a few more turns, the bottle now falls on me and I hear it calling with a dark whispering voice saying ‘it’s time’. Everyone looked at me with sparkling eyes, eager to get a hold of my deepest secrets like zombies after my brains.

 

“Who was your first, crush?” Jason asks, leaning his pale face just a few inches from mine.

 

“Wait, no!” Abigail pushes him off then replaces his face with hers. “What’s going on between you and Kennen?”

 

“Alright, stop!” Alex pushes everybody off. “We’ve been talking about crushes for over an hour now. I’m getting sick of it.”

 

“Fine,” Abigail, her older sister, crosses her arms in front of her. “What do you want to ask her?”

 

Alex taps the tip of her nose as she thinks about the perfect question. Then a huge smile runs across her face. I imagine a light bulb blinking brightly over her head. “I know,” She starts. “What was the darkest experience you’ve ever had?” Everyone groans miserably. “Can it!” she snaps at them before turning back at me.

 

“I’m not really sure I have one.” I say with a lopsided smile.

“C’mon! You’re a psychic, you must have something.”

 

“I really don’t think...” I trail off as the memory plays back in my mind.

“Oooh” I see Alex get excited. “Let’s hear it.”

 

I shake my head. “It’s pretty dark. It took me a while to get over that.” And by a while i mean five whole years.

 

“C’mon. Tell us!” they all press.

 

I look around and everyone shares Alex’s enthusiasm for my story. They huddle close to me as they brace themselves for my past.

 

“Okay, but I’m warning you.” They all just gave a nod.

 

I finally gave up as I let out a big sigh. Then I start my story.

 

It was five years ago. I was twelve and it was the first time that I went to the hospital with me being full aware of my abilities; namely to speak to anyone through my mind making it seem like I’m talking to them normally (because I’m mute), to lift small objects from their place and to read people’s mind both voluntarily and involuntarily.

 

Okay, so it wasn’t a hospital, it was a small clinic with seven or so doctors. Well, for a twelve-year-old it seemed like a pretty big place, with the addition of the color white where ever you look, the stench of disinfectant and the sick people all over, it’s easy for one to mistake it for a hospital.

 

We were waiting in line for an appointment. There were three more kids before me so my dad and I had a lot of time for ourselves. There was nothing wrong with me; I remembered it as a regular visit. But on this day was my very first encounter on the most beautiful mind that I have touched.

 

As I swept the whole building for anything interesting, my mind brushes over it. Its was filled with a kaleidoscope of colors, patters, and subtle emotions as small pulses of electricity runs up its brain. It was aware of its environment " that it was inside its mother and it was instantly aware of my presence.

 

I played with it as I would with an already-born baby, and when our minds gripped harder I instantly knew that it was a girl. She was beautiful and active. I imagined that maybe someday she will be a soccer player or maybe a painter. I feel her wiggle with excitement as our minds play a game that only minds know how to play " an intricate dance of pleasant feelings and vibrant colors. I fed her small visions of what’s it like outside the womb; the tall trees, the singing birds, the babbling creeks. And in return she offers me what an early mind can give, a small expression of delight and astonishment that is so deep that it pierces through my very soul. I cannot fully explain the experience but it was so wonderful and beautiful that no man can ever imagine it’s feeling. Ever.

 

And as our minds danced, I had a glimpse of the mother’s. She was young and was not much older than me and I can feel that she is starting to feel stressed and afraid, not for the baby, but for herself. The doctor reassured her with an ‘everything’s going to be over before you know it,’ and I can feel the tension release, but only for a little. It soon came back as she thought about if it’s going to hurt or not.

 

The baby’s shift of attention as she shared her mother’s emotion, but I held on to her and made sure to keep her happy. I couldn’t leave. I don’t know why, but I couldn’t.

 

Then the baby started feeling something that was weird for her. It felt like it was not right. Like how you know that you’re wearing your shoes on backwards without looking at it. It didn’t feel normal. The mother’s worries grew as her tension mounts. She just wanted this to be over with without her parent’s knowledge, and then there was a sudden spike of pain.

It came from the baby.

 

The beautiful colors were immediately erased as darkness filled its mind. Emotions that it was never meant to feel just yet filled its tiny mind causing a catastrophic turmoil. The pain continued to shoot from below her as it slowly made its way up her body. She wriggled as she tried to get away from the pain but she could only do so much. Her heart raced faster than it already does and I feared that it might just simply pop.

 

Her fear jumped on me as I held on to her as much as I could. She called for her mother for help " a desperate attempt that the mother was unable to sense and so she turned on me. I didn’t know what to do. I couldn’t enter the doctor’s or the mother’s head to stop this because there was so much pain rushing up and down my back. But I thought that the baby was already damaged. Even if I were able to stop this, she won’t survive for long. The only thing that I can do is hold on and try to feed her my happy thoughts, but it was impossible as she fed me with her dread.

I didn’t realize that the ordeal was affecting me physically. I held my dad’s hand so hard that I almost crushed it. I stared blankly as ice cold sweat ran down my skin, soaking my shirt  as if I ran outside in the rain, and shivers bombarded my bones relentlessly that it hurts my whole body.

 

The pain kept growing and growing from the baby and I shared with her. She cried for my help with a loud and eerie ringing like the ones you hear when you are in a quiet room but this was more intense in a way that it felt as if it’s squeezing your brain.

 

The baby screamed as most of it was now gone. Then her strong and warm touch became faint and cold. I lost her grip and I couldn’t find it anymore.

It broke me as the horror eats inside me. Nothing felt normal and everything went dark and gloomy. I screamed in my head and into the heads of everyone in that clinic as I unknowingly connected myself to each and every one of them. It was a scream that clamped on to their heads so tight like a migraine, only worse. Blood oozed from the wholes of their bodies as they try to shut it out and the windows shattered and the lights went out and the whole building shook. Then, it stopped as fainted.

 

It took me five years to recover from that incident, but I can never allow myself to go back to any hospital or clinics that gives services like that. To experience something horribly die as you’re inside its head is a terrible thing to experience. You cannot do anything. You can only watch.

 

 The only satisfaction that I got from that event was that both the mother and the doctor went under a coma. I didn’t intend that to happen, It just did. Maybe because I was connected to them too when I lost the baby. They we’re the ones who suffered more from my burst of hysteria.

 

As I ended I left them all with their mouths gaping. Some had tears on their eyes while others retreated into their blankets. They wanted my dark story, and they know.