Always Knowing

I never asked to know about things before they were going to happen.  I didn't want to know when people were going to die.

Death, though, has its own way of doing things.

It all started when I was browsing a part of the internet I shouldn't have been, and stumbled upon a ritual.  All it needed was a couple of candles, a knife, and some of my blood and I would be able to predict the future.  It warned that the future couldn't be changed, but what the hell did I care, really.  I was going to make a fortune.

The ritual went perfectly.  Well, almost.  I was never good with pain, nor the sight of blood.  That being said, I wanted to get it over with quickly.  Too quickly.

I cut fast and deep into my wrist.  As I lay bleeding out, a hooded figure appeared before me.  Death.

He told me that in exchange for a few years of torture, I could continue living.  My torture would be knowing when people I come into contact with in any way are going to die.  I won't, however, be able to stop it.  If I try to, I will die.

I watched helplessly as my mother, brother, and wife died and there wasn't a thing I could do about it.

I can’t take it.  The torture of knowing is just too much.

I'm hiding this message here.  Hopefully he won't notice until it's too late...for him.

Dear reader, oh wonderful person.  How cruel fate is, leading you to this.  I’m sorry.

You're next.