posted on Jun, 28 2008 @ 09:01 PM
First off, if this post is in the wrong board or the subject has been discussed to death, I apologize. I haven't lurked on ATS that long and I'm not
willing to go back 5+ pages to see if anything similar to my topic has been posted. So having that being said, I'll go onto my post. If it's a
little long, please bear with me. I would love to hear your input on this.
While looking through my old school photos, I came across a picture of an old friend of mine. We were practically inseparable. We did everything
together - video games, lunch, homework. He was my best friend and I realized that I hadn't thought of him for a very long time.
That surprised me. Besides the fact that I considered him as a brother, there was something else that should have cemented his memory in my mind. Not
only was he killer at Mortal Kombat, he had a special ability that he kept hidden from everyone else but me. He could read people.
Of course, I thought that he was just really good at picking up on emotional cues from people. You probably know a few people that can know you're
pissed or sad just by looking at you. But it went much deeper than that.
My step-sister was abused by her father for years before her mother married my dad. For someone who had gone through so many terrible things, she kept
the emotional scars from her ordeal well-hidden. I never would've guessed had she not told me.
One day after school, "Damon" and I went to my house for the usual - video games, snacks, homework. As we walked into the kitchen, he bumped into my
step-sister. She stood still for about two seconds, apologized, and gave him a little smile before she walked out the front door. We then made our way
to the living room. He seemed very sad, considering how we were laughing and joking just a few moments before. That unsettled me.
I asked him what was wrong. He hesitated for a few moments. Then he finally said something.
"Promise you won't tell anyone?"
"Your sister... I dunno. She seems happy, but she isn't."
I, a naive little seventh grader, indignantly said that my sister was always happy.
"No," he continued. "She's miserable. She can't trust anyone, and if she wasn't so unselfish, she wouldn't be here."
At this point, I wanted to ball up my hands and take a couple of swings at him, but that urge died down and was replaced by a sinking sensation in my
stomach. I asked him what made him say that. Before, I had never even talked about my sister to Damon, and though she was always home whenever he came
over, she stayed in her room.
“Promise me you won’t call me crazy?”
Again, I promised.
“Okay. You see… I see things that no one else does. At least, I think I’m the only one,” he said tentatively. “People have lights in their
eyes. Can you see them?”
Flabbergasted, I quickly said no and urged him to go on.
“I didn’t think so. Anyways… have you ever seen a cat’s eyes glow before? It looks like that, only it’s not as bright, and the glow comes
straight from the pupils. I can read those. They have feelings and a personality behind them. I know what people are feeling when I read them, but
it’s not just that. I can see their emotional strengths and weaknesses, what emotions that they’ve felt in the past, and I can see what they have
done or will do.”
I was shocked speechless. He went on.
“And sometimes, when I let my guard down, I can feel what they’re feeling. I have to numb myself or else it gets overwhelming. Your sister’s
lucky to have you, or she would’ve gone crazy by now. That’s what I felt.”
Damon explained more about his particular gift. He said that generally, the happier people are, the brighter the lights get. He told me that one time,
he saw a man with his eyes completely devoid of any light. But it didn’t mean that he was depressed – it meant that he was evil. He couldn’t use
his ability to read pictures, reflections, or anything of the sort. It had to be in real life.