Written 5/10/2024.
My name is Sara, I’m 23 years old.
I’ve known since I was little that I had this ability. I’ve kind of come to terms with its implications and view it as a positive thing in my life.
You see, I can kill people with a touch.
Sounds horrible, doesn’t it? It’s really not.
I must want to ease the person into the afterlife. It’s not the Midas touch and I only use it on people who want to die.
I always wanted the ability to heal animals growing up, but instead I got death.
I was five when it happened.
My great grandfather was dying, he was old and had a lot of health conditions. Granpy (as we called him) was in a lot of pain the last we were together.
“Granpy! How are you?”
“I hurt Sara, everything just hurts. Give Granpy a hug!”
Running enthusiastically to him I wrapped my arms around his middle, he was much taller than me.
As I was hugging him, I saw a flicker of pain cross his face and he released me and sat down in his overstuffed armchair with the well-worn indentation where he’d been sitting for years.
“I can’t do this much longer. The doctor says that they can’t manage my pain like they used to.”
I felt sad for him.
“I just want to die and see Granmy, I miss her.”
As I reached out to him, I thought about how nice it would be for him to die and see Granmy. That’s when it happened. His breathing slowed, then stopped. He was gone.
Instead of freaking out, I looked into his vacant eyes, sat in his lap and hugged him one more time. Then went off to get my mom.
She kind of freaked out about him dying right there (not about me as I didn’t realize I had done anything).
From that point, I had a succession of older people in frail health who just kind of died in front of me. It took me awhile to put the pieces together. My thought that it would be good for them to die (easing their pain) while at the same time lightly touching them.
I tested my theory out on a baby bird with a broken wing in the back yard. There was no way it would live, so I did my thing and the bird’s thrashing stopped. That’s when I knew, with certainty, that I could kill people (and baby birds).
I thought about all the career choices I could have made with this skill (spy/assassin, working in a euthanasia clinic in Denmark, etc), but it just didn’t make sense and then people would know I had this ability.
People can be weird around death and people knowing about this would be bad. Some people would ask me to kill someone they disliked. Yea, not going there.
For now, I just use my gift when a friend or loved one is in pain and can never get better. It’s a beautiful scene when the family is surrounding them and I hold their hand as they pass away.