A Seers Sight

We all have that one turning point in our lives that change us, whether for the better or the worst. My name is Charity, and this is how my life was changed for the better for others, but the worst for me. On my ninth birthday my brother Daniel wrought me a letter. He never told me about it. How did I find out about it you ask. The fallowing December he was killed in a car wreck two towns over. As I was going threw his stuff, packing it away, I found it. It was short and sweet a hello, the few sentences that changed my life forever, and a surprisingly easy to read goodbye. It read as fallowing:

                                                                                                                                                                3/10/98
Dear Mrs. Attitude,
Hey little worm, I know it's hard on you right now and you reading this means I'm gone, but what you need to know is going to be harder to understand at your age than why God took me from your life as early as he did.
You are to young to remember James, our oldest cousin, but he had a gift that allowed him to see when peoples lives were in danger. This gift brought him much pain because every night he would dream only of death. He passed away in the night and me being the closest person to him, his gift fell to me. When Mom first told me she was having Michael I begged to God that he would not inherit this from me when I died. I asked that it would go to the next child that mom had, I only asked this because she had told me he would be the last. Two years and eleven months and two days later she sat you in my arms and that day I stayed alive so you wouldn't have to deal with this curse.
Fate had a different plan. Last night I dreamt of my funeral, there is no changing the out come with my life, but you have to be strong. You are a strong young fighter. I know these dreams will bring you pain, but I also know you will help many people with them. Be good, Charity. I'll see you soon.
                                                                                                                                                                ~D.E.C.~

The dreams started soon after. It was always of someone I knew and always something little. My mom in a wreck, so I would hide my backpack so we would be late and she wouldn't be where she would have been when she would had been there. My brother breaking his leg at practice, me hiding his cleats so he couldn't go that day. After every bad dream came a peaceful one. I was in a beautiful filed with the perfect house and the same boy who was always my age. As I grew so did my dreams, they were never the same nor did they come every night, but I was always able to alter the out come. I was able to change the fate of the ones around me. Then he came into my mind, his beautiful face, those lovely hills, And always that perfect filed. All of my life since I was nine I only thought it was my nightmares that came true, that those wonderful dreams of that boy never would. My life was doomed to be the death that haunted my dreams, with the only light worth seeing being my imaginary safe place. 

The darkness of death began to consume my life, yes I saved every life I dreamt to save but whos dreams would save me?  No one, can save you when your not lost.  I am who I'm supposed to be, therefor no one can save me except myself.  Today is my first day of collage.  I am only going because the professor of my last class need help.  Threw out the day I planed how to kill myself most effectively, and because I had no one who cared for me the gift would end with me.   Today ill die knowing that this gift will end and hurt no one else.  As I walked in from my car to my last class I knew how I would go about everything.  I'm an organ donor so my death will again help people live.  My tub will be full, cold and uninviting,  I'll call and report my suicide and that will be the end.  Death by electric shock, it sounded good enough.  I guess I've watched Seven Pounds to many times.  I was stopped dead in my tracks as I walked threw the door and saw the one person I defiantly didn't expect to see.  He stood when he saw me standing there like the idiot I am.  I hurried to the back of the class where I took my notes in silence, I couldn't shake the feeling that he knew me as well.  The boy from my dreams, the only person whos ever seemed to care, is right there.

It seemed to me as if the sixteen rows between us was more of sixteen miles.  I wanted to speak to him, this would be my last chance but, I had to help my professor.   When the three hours were up for this week I rushed down to keep my professor occupied but I wasn't the only one.  As I reach the bottom step I heard his angelic voice,  we bot needed to speak to the professor.  We keep him busy for thirty minutes then he sent us on our way.  I walked to my car without a word to my dream boy when I felt an arm slide around my waist and his lips against my neck.  "I never thought I would see you outside of my dreams but, here you are on the day I was going to take my life.  All I wanna know, how did you know?"  These words shocked me because they weren't my own, they were his, and he was like me.  Him and I both are Seers.