Power in Pain

I remember this like the back of my head. I was nine years old, and my life was changed forever.

I was very close to my stepdad. His name was Aaron. We lived together for a year before he proposed to my mom. She was pregnant with my little brother. I was happy, and I really wanted them to get married. What’s insane is that the same day he proposed to my mom, my stepdad passed away because he got set up. 

Aaron got a phone call that his little brother was at the bar fighting, so he went to the bar. When he got there, his brother was not there. Aaron didn’t even get inside the bar yet before he was killed.

He was shot three times in the back of the head. 

I remember one day I saw him at the end of my bed and we started having a conversation and he said he would come back to the family and he hugged me.  Then weird stuff started happening to me. I started getting weird powers. I think it was from the hug he gave me superpowers and I started helping people.

I was sitting in my dark room and I saw a light flash — and BAM! — there he was, sitting down right next to me on the edge of my bed. We had a long talk about how I felt, about how everything was different since he left.  He started to seem like he needed to rush to go somewhere. He wouldn’t tell me where he was going, but he turned to me and gave me the biggest hug I’ve ever had. As he disappeared, I felt a rush through my whole body. Strangehings started to happen to me.

I started getting powers, like crazy mental powers that let me feel other people’s pain. This was a lot and really hard for me to handle at first. I didn’t want this power. It made me feel so sad to know how badly everyone around me felt. 

That’s when I decided to start using my power to help people. I realized I am able to protect people by letting them know I understand and I want to help prevent it from happening. I now use this power to help the whole world. Everyone goes through pain, but I am here to help, thanks to my stepdad.