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"Excuse me sir! Sir!" The woman ran towards me, in her hands something wrapped in a sheet.
Great, another one, I thought to myself as the woman came to a grinding halt right in front of
my feet. "Sir, I beg you, you must help me, I-I don't know where else to turn to." Tears
started to form not just in her eyes, but in mine aswell, as I caught a glimpse of what was
hidden inside the sheet. A child, blue and purple, dead for quite a while now, the disformed
heap of what used to be human wasn't a pleasant sight. "Jeezes woman, get that thing away from
me!" I yelled, shielding my eyes with my right hand while gesturing her away with the other.
"Please, I-I've seen you on the news, they say you can-" I stopped her from finishing. "Oh realy?!
Well isn't that great for you! You saw the news?! How interesting!" The rage of having to see
disfigured corpses dragged to me had become too much. "Why are you yelling at me? I just thought-"
The tears in her eyes had turned to rivers, eroding away the skin on her cheeks. "You just thought
'hey, let's dig up my dead kid and drag it to some stranger I don't even know, that's a great idea!'
Is that what you thought?! Thank you for showing me the disgusting corpse of your child, I LOVE seeing
those!" The woman burst into a heart shattering whail, falling down on her knees, raining down her
salty tears on the sheet and her kid's forhead. "I have had enough of all this, bury that thing
back where you got it!" I stormed off, followed by the piercing gazes of the people that witnessed
the depressing event.

Is this my gift? To have to undergo all this pain, this sorrow? I had been so happy when I discovered
my gift, it seemed like it was the best thing ever, I could heal anyone, I would make an end to
sickness and despair, at least, that's what the media thought I would do. Not long after I found my
healing powers I was found my some news channel, I was young, I didn't know the concequences, so I
agreed to an interview. Not even a day had passed before my first 'patient', a man in his eighties
suffering from cancer came to me. I laid my hand on his head and his cancer was gone, he was the
healthiest old man you could imagine. He died the next day, run over by a bus, but who cared? I had
healed his cancer, so maybe it could work for anyone right? The next couple of weeks I healed
hundreds of people, all had heard of me on the news, all were so desperate and sad. I healed them
for free and I felt like I was making a difference, that I was doing something good. That was until
the first person brought along not someone who was ill, but a corpse, seeing the decayed body made
something click in my head. What was the point of it all? Everyone dies, I couldn't save any of them,
sure, I gave them some time, but I can't keep them from dying.

I made my way to the top of a building, staring into the distance. The gun in my hand felt light, its
steel handle leaving a pleasant cold feeling in my fingers. "I'm sorry, god, or whoever gave me this...
this so called gift, I can't do this anymore, please forgive me." I raised the pistol to my head,
letting it's barrel rest right above my ear. I closed my eyes and slowly but surely pulled the trigger.
The bang from the gun echoed through the city, the gun fell to the ground but so did the bullet. When
I opened my eyes I didn't see clouds and a golden gate, or the fiery pits of hell, but the city and all
its buildings. The bullet had bounced off of my head, leaving nothing but a small red mark and some
singed hair. "Is... is this some kind of crual joke?" I fell to my knees. "I can't even kill myself?"
Tears began to flow, my heart went blank. From pure misery, I started banging my head on the floor,
I didn't even feel a thing.

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"Excuse me sir! Sir!" The woman ran towards me, in her hands something wrapped in a sheet.
Great, another one, I thought to myself as the woman came to a grinding halt right in front of
my feet. "Sir, I beg you, you must help me, I-I don't know where else to turn to." Tears
started to form not just in her eyes, but in mine aswell, as I caught a glimpse of what was
hidden inside the sheet. A child, blue and purple, dead for quite a while now, the disformed
heap of what used to be human wasn't a pleasant sight. "Jeezes woman, get that thing away from
me!" I yelled, shielding my eyes with my right hand while gesturing her away with the other.
"Please, I-I've seen you on the news, they say you can-" I stopped her from finishing. "Oh realy?!
Well isn't that great for you! You saw the news?! How interesting!" The rage of having to see
disfigured corpses dragged to me had become too much. "Why are you yelling at me? I just thought-"
The tears in her eyes had turned to rivers, eroding away the skin on her cheeks. "You just thought
'hey, let's dig up my dead kid and drag it to some stranger I don't even know, that's a great idea!'
Is that what you thought?! Thank you for showing me the disgusting corpse of your child, I LOVE seeing
those!" The woman burst into a heart shattering whail, falling down on her knees, raining down her
salty tears on the sheet and her kid's forhead. "I have had enough of all this, bury that thing
back where you got it!" I stormed off, followed by the piercing gazes of the people that witnessed
the depressing event.

Is this my gift? To have to undergo all this pain, this sorrow? I had been so happy when I discovered
my gift, it seemed like it was the best thing ever, I could heal anyone, I would make an end to
sickness and despair, at least, that's what the media thought I would do. Not long after I found my
healing powers I was found my some news channel, I was young, I didn't know the concequences, so I
agreed to an interview. Not even a day had passed before my first 'patient', a man in his eighties
suffering from cancer came to me. I laid my hand on his head and his cancer was gone, he was the
healthiest old man you could imagine. He died the next day, run over by a bus, but who cared? I had
healed his cancer, so maybe it could work for anyone right? The next couple of weeks I healed
hundreds of people, all had heard of me on the news, all were so desperate and sad. I healed them
for free and I felt like I was making a difference, that I was doing something good. That was until
the first person brought along not someone who was ill, but a corpse, seeing the decayed body made
something click in my head. What was the point of it all? Everyone dies, I couldn't save any of them,
sure, I gave them some time, but I can't keep them from dying.

I made my way to the top of a building, staring into the distance. The gun in my hand felt light, its
steel handle leaving a pleasant cold feeling in my fingers. "I'm sorry, god, or whoever gave me this...
this so called gift, I can't do this anymore, please forgive me." I raised the pistol to my head,
letting it's barrel rest right above my ear. I closed my eyes and slowly but surely pulled the trigger.
The bang from the gun echoed through the city, the gun fell to the ground but so did the bullet. When
I opened my eyes I didn't see clouds and a golden gate, or the fiery pits of hell, but the city and all
its buildings. The bullet had bounced off of my head, leaving nothing but a small red mark and some
singed hair. "Is... is this some kind of crual joke?" I fell to my knees. "I can't even kill myself?"
Tears began to flow, my heart went blank. From pure misery, I started banging my head on the floor,
I didn't even feel a thing.