A Plea for Help

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Lynn fled from her former life to escape the gift she grew up seeing as a curse, but one cannot deny fate or destiny. She has to make a choice, accept her ability and the baggage that goes with it or fight it as her mother did before her and slowly go insane. Follow Lynn as her choices lead her to confront people from her former life as her gift forces them to look at her in a different light. Will they accept her or will they make her life even harder by ridiculing her? Will they accept that she can see the unseen and know that which she could not possibly know? Contains Violence..

Mystery / Other
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Chapter 1 - Sight

Lynn screamed, clutching her head between her hands. Anguish poured from her spirit with the intensity of an animal in torment. The pressure failed to arrest the terrors of her mind but eased the misery of helplessly seeing fate unfold.

Earlier, she saw Death entering the room of a boy. It lurked in the shadows with ugly hollow eyes saturated with darkness and reached out with clawed hands to steal an innocent soul, wearing a human face beneath its guise. As her connection with the victim grew stronger, her visions always crossed the barrier between metaphor and truth.

It did not matter how intensely she wished the visions away or how hard she pushed them from her mind and dreams… they always returned. The harder she fought to ignore her gift, the more it tormented her. It worsened with each episode until it consumed her, or she gave in to its demands.

The terror of an innocent child filled her mind with images of loss, fear, guilt, and the familiar things he remembered. His accusing eyes followed her everywhere—a fabrication her mind created to play on her guilt and unwillingness to expose herself.

The flashing visions almost shattered her mind before stopping abruptly. Her insides shook with terror not entirely her own, and she could not loosen herself from the icy sensation of the abyss.

Lynn dragged her tired body to the kitchen. She filled the kettle, hoping hot tea might warm her insides. She retrieved a cup from the dishwasher with trembling fingers and fumbled for a spoon in the dish rack.

She had blocked the images from her mind for too long, and it brought her gift back in full force to haunt her with merciless insistence. When she resisted her gift, the experience sometimes continued for days until she collapsed from exhaustion. Her visions growing more potent, more intense, detailed, and terrifying. Only the conscious choice to act would end her suffering.

Lynn watched her mother fight against this accursed “gift” for years until it sent Angela careening over the edge of sanity. Angela’s ability possessed an erratic inconsistency bordering on chaos. Her visions sometimes appeared irrational, surreal, and nonsensical, but a moment later, she spoke truths that scared Lynn at the time.

Lynn’s visions were seldom distinct and often needed translation in those early days, never achieving the same startling intensity she acquired over time. Back then, images plagued her. Thoughts. Ideas. Persistent feelings. Things she could often ignore, but that changed the night she stepped over the line. Lynn instinctively avoided the thought… and its destination.

That night forced her to start over. It helped her escape her former life and claw a new existence from this unforgiving world. She built a reality without Tommy and life without their… she stifled the painful memory. Briefly closing her eyes against the pain, Lynn took a deep, soothing breath.

Barry says one cannot outrun your past—it always comes back to confront or haunt you. Just like you cannot flee from your memories because you take them with you wherever you are. He was a wise man with a knack for being right about these things.

Her reluctance to resurrect the past did not stem from resistance or dread. She avoided the acute agony and guilt which turned her heart into a block of ice for the longest time.

Lynn once swore that this affliction—some would call it a “talent”—would have no place in her world, but denial gave it power. She avoided its effects for most of her life, but her disregard cost her everything she held dear. It turned her remorse and anguish into constant companions… even intimate friends.

The kettle’s whistle startled her from her reverie, and she almost dropped the cup. Over the last ten years, nothing brought her the peace she hoped to find, Lynn realized sadly, tormented by the admission. Distracting herself from her thoughts, Lynn brewed her tea with slow, methodical movements before folding her palms around the cup for warmth.

She sipped the scalding liquid, hoping to ease the icy feeling inside, but the chill had settled in her soul—an echo of the frozen ground in which the killer… The thought shuddered to a halt in her mind, and with a defeated sigh, she set it free.

A bone-deep chill invaded her body, as unforgiving as the icy ground where the predator buried his victim. The walls closed in on Lynn, threatening to suffocate her, and panic drove her past the last tattered vestiges of inner peace. Without giving it a second thought, she snatched her coat from the rack next to the door on her way out.

Once outside, Lynn sensed the coming storm in the telltale bite the air acquired since noon. The snow would settle on the ground before nightfall—as it did for the last five nights. The plummeting temperatures turned the ground solid, and she was running out of time.

She fished the gloves from her pocket to protect her cooling hands. A part of her lay entombed beneath the snow with the child, and the sensation of the frozen ground settled in on her—not allowing her to change her mind.

If she wanted to make it stop, she would have to tell the police again, but this time in person. She had to make them listen and take her seriously. Without making a conscious decision, she found herself outside the police station where Barry worked. Her body did not seem to belong to her as she hesitated outside.

Confronted with the reality of what she had to do, Lynn wanted to flee. Despite her utter aversion to the consequences of her choice, she climbed the steps, but faltered with her hand on the door. If she walked inside and told her truth, it would change everything—there would be no turning back.

Her revelation will rip her comfortable existence asunder, costing her everything she built for herself. Lynn’s rational mind shouted for her to leave, but her fatigued body and exhausted psyche only wanted the torment to stop.

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