The sixth sense they call it, a "Gift they say, but those who claim they have come to know the real experience are far from being anywhere close to being able to realte to it, and therefore have no right to simplify and steriotype me and a select handful of other tortured souls left on the planet with this so-called "Visions of lives past"...
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July 27 1995, late summer on a 98 degree day, the outside air heavy as if full of lead, the cry of a newborn baby is heard through the hospital room and a sigh of relief is released form the spectators whom had held their breath from the beginning. The first succesful cry of a newly born is the sign of healthy lungs, it was also in the correct skin tone, and even had a few hairs on the top of it's head. Men dressed in suits appear around this child and almost vanish into the mid-summer's air and were never seen again... Later that night when the child was brought into the nursing room at the hospital, many other people were watching over the new born and flinching at it's every move, wondering what to do next... the next morning had no trace what-so-ever of the many people bieng there the night before. This young baby boy has a broad future ahead of him, but just didn't know it yet, This child, born with the name Jonathan Martinez reynolds, is special, he is above the rest, he had an ability that none more than only a few possess, this child could produce visions of death to come, and can see the past deceased... This child, can see the dead...
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13 years have passed since Jonathan reynolds (Or Johnny as he's known by his friends) saw those men in suits and the whole room of poeple he didn't know, and now it was starting to grow on him a bit, he hadn't thought of it much before, why now? Why so suddenly? Jonathan woke up to the classic alarm clock buzz of the small black electric clock sitting on mhis endtable, flashing 6:30 AM. It was Tuesday, and he knew that he was only two days into the last week of school, but at least today was only a half day, where he only had to suffer through shorter classes, and then be let out to go home at an earlier time than usual. He walked down stairs where he met up with his best friend in the kitchen.
"What are you doing here? I thought you were staying in the memorial today at your mothers grave." Jonathan asked. Jonathan's friend named charles anthiny, a middle aged spirit he had befriended once he began to understand and welcome his ability more.
"I changed my mind, I'm going later, I thought I should come say good morning before I headed off!" Charlie said quite enthusiastically.
"Oh, well thanks Charlie, but you didn't need to do that."
"Oh, well I had to, the memorial is at least a couple hours away..."
"Why does it matter to you? You don't even walk!" Jonathan laughed having to point out the obvious. "Why are you avoiding the memorial Charlie?"
"I'm not really sure, I just have this gut feeling that should stay away for a couple more hours..." Jonathan laughed and looked at him.
"You know you don't have a gut, right?"
"Oh haha, Mr. funny over here! But really Johnny, I don't think I should go right this instance... But I just don't know why!"
"Well, ok, I believe you." Jonathan walked into the other room to eat his breakfeast he had prepared for himslef as Charles glided ever-so-gracefully through the kitchen door as it closed behind Jonathan. Charles floated over to an armchair, but instead of sitting IN it, he stopped a good 3 feet away and sat on plain air in a proper sitting posture.
"Must you always show off?" Jonathan asked.
"No, just when you're here!" He responded with a giggle. "Besides you're the only one who can see and hear me after-all." The smile ran away from his face. "You know if you hadn't of been there when I began to defribulate, I probably wouldn't have met anyone to live eternity with. Thanks ever-so-much!"
"Not a problem! Any time!" A few minutes later Jonathan left for school, and his second day into the last week of freshman year!
TO BE CONTINUED
(Well I know it's not much so far, but I'm planning to write a whole 9 or 10 pages on the subject so if you comment and vote nicely I will continue to write, but if not then Bye Bye Birdy!)
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