oncedevil

My first echo (I like echo better than pulse, don't know why) was when I was eight. My parents had dropped me off to visit a friend of the family or something, I forget why exactly anymore, but as they were backing out of the driveway a truck plowed into them. Tore their car apart, wedged them against a light post. I saw the whole thing. I'd taken off after the wreck before anyone could catch me to hold me back.

When I got there.. when I saw my mother and father's faces I remembered something. Or saw something, a vision, or a nightmare. Another woman, bleeding - torn, falling to the ground in front of me. Monsters with bloody claws and bloody fangs gloating over her death I-

I didn't know who she was. I still don't. I saw three people die that day. No one wanted to believe me. I was so.. fixated on those deaths, on the monsters, everyone thought I was delusional. Told me my brain created them in trying to deal with seeing my parents die. I knew that wasn't the case, I knew what I'd seen wasn't just some figment of my imagination.

I guess it's reassuring to know I didn't imagine it after all.




I still miss them.