I Can See It

I'm not sure for how long, but at least ever since I had self-consciousness, I've always had the "power" to see how people are going to die. Not like a psychic, mind you. No, no, what I see is far worse. What happens with me is that I see people like they already are dead.
I knew Mary was going to die with a blast from a shotgun, for everyday I said "Hi..." to her, she hugged me with her chest open, burnt.
Even though she looked awfully hurt, her face was always calm, serene. She laughed normally, she talked normally. From the inside, I always wanted to scream to the world I could see how they were going to die, what awful sight I had.
Wait, doc, you can't leave, we've only just started chatting! COME BACK PLEASE! I CAN SEE HOW YOU'RE GOING TO DIE!! PLEASE!
-- End of the first session log.
Oh, Doc, you came back. It's the first time in years a shrink has come to talk to me for two days in a row.
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What, still want to hear about Mary? Ok, as I told you before, I could see her walking around normally, except for the fact that, well, normal people don't have shotgun holes through their chests.
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Well, for the time being, she was the only one that was affected by my "power". The rest were normal. For now, anyway.
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Well, she was found dead a week later, and just as I could see it. She had her chest pierced with a blast from a shotgun. You could see through it. It was awful.
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Wait, you're leaving again? No, no, please, I'll tell you how you'll die!
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Of course you're interested! PLEASE! I'll lose my grip on sanity unless I talk with you! DON'T LEAVE!
-- End of second session log.
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Good morning to you too, doc. You're here for the third day in a row, and early to boot. What's the reason?
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Interested in my power? Well, there's not much to it. I simply see how people die. Not when, not by who. Only how.
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Yes, it seems now it works with all people. First, it was only Mary. After she died, it happened. It intensified, or something like that.
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After Mary died, there came another murder. Mister Big-shot-at-football Clark was walking around school, with his head hanging from thin strips of tendons and skin. It was awful. 2 days later, he was found dead in the field at school, somebody tied his hand to the goal, so he'd be hanging in the air. His head, hanging from his shoulders in the manner I explained to you before.
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Then came Frederick, had a hatchet stuck in his head. Jameson, the Dean, was found drowned. He always looked pale, and had some blue on his throat. And his hair was always wet. I never understood why until I knew of his death.
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The grocery lady from downtown, she had plastic wrapped around her face. My dad... he- he looked awful. Two knives on his back, one shot point-blank in his right eye. And his guts, hanging from his stomach. His hands were broken, his feet twisted.
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What do you mean, that's it?! You just made me relive my worst nightmares, and now you leave me like this!
Help me get over it! Please, stay until I forget!
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--End of third session log.
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Didn't have any sleep.
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Thanks. After that, I was broken from reality. I refused to look at people for fear of seeing how they would end up. I stayed in my house, with my eyes blindfolded with a piece of cloth. 6 days after I refused to leave my room, the stench came. I knew it was my dad, but all I could do was call the police.
They took my dad- his body... they took him and then they started grilling me with questions. I didn't answer a thing, and they sent me here.
That's how I ended up here.
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I've been waiting until they tell me it's not my fault.
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I still see it. You will die with shards of crystals in your head.
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Well, there is crystal behind you, isn't it? Maybe something will happen here, and not in you house.
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I keep telling you, all I see is the how. And you're gonna die that way.
-- End of fourth session log.
All of these entries were found in a deserted mental asylum. Bodies were scattered all around the place: guards, doctors, nurses, patients. The only one missing was some "Jeremy", a guy accused of several murders, including his own father. He kept accusing his "power" to see how they were going to die.
Like some schizophrenic visions where "voices" tell the person what to do, he seemed to fear what would happen if his "predictions" didn't come true, and as such killed the people in the same way he "predicted" their murders.
Jeremy, the "Never-Repeating" serial killer, is accused of killing all the people in said mental facility, for none of the people there were killed in the same manner. One with scissors through his throat, another of overdose.
The most incredible case is, of course, of the physician James P. Tenermann, who was apparently having therapy session with Jeremy when he suddenly broke free of his straitjacket and smashed the doctor's head into the 5 inch glass panel behind him, and afterwards inserted shards of glass in the doctor's head.
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