I don’t know if it’s been 3 days or 4 yet, but I haven’t been to bed in a while. I can’t sleep.

It’s that I won’t go to sleep, I simply can’t. I know that bad things happen when I sleep, and I stay awake to prevent them. I see things, horrible things. I see death, through the eyes of the dead. Every time I close my eyes, I wake up inside of someone else, sure of the fact that this person, stranger or not, is not going to make it another 8 hours. I’ve been through it all, from car crashes to plane crashes, burning alive to buried alive, and it never gets any easier. I always wake up in a pool of sweat, completely aware of what has just happened, only to read it in the news the next day.

I think it’s the waiting that gets to me the most. I know for a fact that I’m going to see someone die, I just never know when it’s going to happen. I never know where it’s coming from, or how to stop it. If only I could wake up with enough time to warn them, or just wake up early enough so I don’t have to see it happen.