Welcome to Gaia! ::

A man was lying in the middle of the street, not moving one inch. There was blood splattered around his head and I was sure he was dead. Somehow, I can always tell if they are dead.
I was in my truck, waiting for the policeman to direct me around to continue on my way home, but the image of the man wouldn't leave my mind. Once I was home, I tried to focus on anything else.
I played my piano, my guitar, and plenty of different video games. I had heavy metal music playing in the background the whole time, just trying to make the image of the man go away.
The man had had a shaved head, he was fairly well built and had had his shirt off and his legs curled up. He was white as a ghost. A paramedic had been hovering over him, taking his pulse.
That pale white man never left my mind the whole night. Even as I slept, his image was controlling my mind.
I didn't tell anyone what I saw, why concern them with me? I continued on at school, pretending to worry about the upcoming homecoming football game. No one really guessed what was on my mind...
No one guessed that i was thinking of a dead man.
No one guessed that it was me that hit him.
No one guessed that it was me that killed him.
Worst of all, no one guessed that I liked it.


(this actually happened. I didn't actually hit him and kill him but the rest is actually a true story. It was actually pretty freaky.)

Yeah, it was a pretty freaky experience though. I just have to write it onto paper. that's the only way I can write decent stories lol. I type them up later sweatdrop