Foresight.
Well, I bring on a proud statement. That very few things in my life did surprise me. Of course, the fact that I don't like most things that happened in my life would make me feel stupid, for if I knew it would happen, why didn't I avoid it?!
Well, in my defence, even if I believe one can see into the future, I believe that most times anyone sees into the future, they can see the future only because they can't change it .
In my case, I tried to avoid some things, failed to believe others or simply thought that sometimes it was for the best. I wouldn't say I regret my decisions, most of them, despite all the pain, most I would do the same over and over. It is stupid, but it is what I believe is right. So as my motto stands, I won't give up, at least not for now, and will try to make the best out of it.
Getting to the point, I am here so I can allow myself to brag a bit. Some things have been going on, and I want to give a warning, mainly to myself. I usually doubt my foresight until it already happened, but to be fair, I will try believing before.
As I stand now, one third of my soul, I would be suspicious to say this, but I sense the end of the last third. I can feel the reality shapping around me, it has this sound, like everything has an echo. It feels like I am in this black blanket of water, as far as the eye can see, I can hear these drops, and sometimes even see them, then I look down to the surface of the black water, and I can see the ripples of these drops, some are colliding with others, some are fading alone, some fall so close to another that they send a bigger ripple together.
As I see some events, and their ripples, the sound of the drops start to become a different sound, it still has this water efect around it, but it is not like the drops on the lake, it is more like...hummmmm...like steps in the water covered street.
The scenery changes, I start seeing as in from another's eyes. This third person view moves away from me, but it keeps me on the center of the picture. I am standing in the middle of the street, it is my soul, it has this glow around it and is covered with red spots, it seems tired. It is raining, but I am standing still there, watching over the people moving around in the street, these people are only black shadows of people, but somehow I seem to know some of those shadows. I stand there looking in the space between two houses, I seem surprised, and afraid, but from my point of view I can't see what I am looking at. The steps I was hearing are getting stronger, whoever is walking is getting close. Now I can see, this man, unlike the shadows he has a form, but he wears a black overall and wide black hat, so I can't see who it is, or if it is man, women or even human. He is coming from behind, but I don't seem to notice, it must be something really important to stand there with such attention. My view gets a little blurred, so I instinctively try to blink, I have no idea why this would ever work, I have no body, it is standing in front of me, guess it is just reflex. When I open my eyes, I am back in my body, I feel covered in fear, if anyone could see me I would be as white as a ghost, I know there is someone behind me, but I don't seem to be able to move. Then... my blood stops flowing, as I hear the clicking sound of the striker being pulled back, the sound of the bullet rolling from the chamber into the barrel. It was all confusing, how I could hear so clearly in the rain, why was this person doing this, why was I unable to move, and what in all seven heavens did I see between those houses. So, as I hear the trigger being pulled I know I can't dodge, I know this is the end, I will not know why, but at least I could die knowing what was beyond the houses.
As the light caught my eyes, revealing that simple, somewhat beautiful, image, I heard the sound of the pistol firing, it was only time enough for me to think that I should not have seen that image. Then I feel the sound of the water fading away, with all light, and the rest of my soul.
When I open my eyes again, I am back to third view, and I see myself, but I am not dead? Then it hits, that was my soul, and there is no glow around me, just a faint red color that is all over me, my soul was dead, but I was not, I was...was oddly peaceful.
This is just for the record. I pray that I am wrong, but if I am not, I at least get to say, I told you so.