Chapter 1,

I take a deep breath before reaching for the handle of the classroom door. I had arrived to school fifteen minutes late as usual. It was the best way to avoid people.

Class had started ten minutes ago and everyone was in their classrooms leaving me room to walk through without the fear of touching someone.

You see ever since I was young I’ve had what I like to call a curse. Anytime I come in physical contact with someone I’m forced to live through their death. It flashes through my eyes and I can feel the pain they feel as they die.

The first time I remember it happening was when I was ten. I had woke up that day just like any other day and went to brush my teeth. As I brushed past my brother I felt a crippling pain and suddenly a bright light flashed before my eyes and I was seeing a car barreling towards me.

I remember falling to my knees as the car hit me the pain feeling so real. As my brother bent down to check if I was alright I shook it off. I surely just zoned out and thought of it somehow. But the pounding of my heart and the pain that was slowly fading away made me paranoid.

What was that I had asked myself? Was I still asleep?

Once I stopped thinking about it I knew it wasn’t a dream but I then wondered if I somehow saw my death? Was I going to die in a car accident sometime?

I found out that I was wrong a week later. My brother had gotten into an accident and died. As I was called out of school and found out the reason for it it hit me. It wasn’t me that I saw die in that accident, it was my brother.

After that I informed my parents who looked at me in disbelief and anger because I was “spouting nonsense” at my brother’s funeral and it was disrespectful. But as I reached for my father’s hand and felt the crippling pain and saw him dying before my eyes they knew I was messed up.

Ever since that day they’ve forced me to live in the room farthest away from them in the apartment. My father died from a disease two years ago just like I had saw but they refused to let me tell him how he died. Calling me insane and a freak.

I couldn’t agree more. What kind of person sees people’s deaths?

I never felt more alone after that. If I touched someone I would have to live through it too, live with the guilt of knowing how their peaceful lives ended. So I avoided everyone from then on out.

I especially avoided my family because I was afraid of losing them. I didn’t want to know that I’d be losing them either.

Now that I was seventeen and a junior in high school it was harder for me to avoid people. I had to go to school and I had to talk to the teachers. It was impossible to avoid them all together. So I made it my mission to make sure never to touch anyone.

I slide the door open, no one even spares a glance. They knew exactly who was opening the door. The freak Ji Taeran was late as usual. Nothing not normal.

I took my seat in the back of the class and avoided eye contact with the teacher who stared me down the entire time.

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After first period was over the teacher steps out and I lay my head on my desk. The day couldn’t get over fast enough.

I heard someone clear their throat. “Excuse me.” After a few moments someone is tapping on my desk and I flinch back.

Someone was trying to talk to me?

I sit up glancing up at the person. I make eye contact with Yang Sejong. He was the guy that sat in the seat beside me. He was new this year and every girl here was smitten for him. He did have a pretty face.

What did he want?

He smiles. “Here’s the notes you missed from the first fifteen minutes.” He puts his notebook out