I Really Shouldn’t Be Saying This, But I Have A Paranormal Gift I’ve Been Hiding Since Childhood
Even though I knew the visions had no bearing on my real life, they still messed with my mind. Like bad dreams. When you know your boyfriend isn’t actually cheating on you, but you can’t push away the mental image of him bending your best friend over your bed and shoving his cock in her.
I probably should’ve kept on ignoring those other universes whenever I could. Kept on acting like they didn’t exist. Instead, I spent almost a decade learning how to zone into one universe in particular. The one with Danny.
Instead of doodling whenever I was bored in class, I watched Danny hand his girlfriend chocolates or attack her with tickles or skillfully eat her out. He was dating the luckiest version of me.
Why yes, I was jealous of myself. And I was hopelessly, madly, in love with a boy I could never physically meet.
I tried tracking down the version of him that existed in my world, but here he was called Daniella. Born with two X chromosomes instead of a Y. Despite that little hindrance, I added her on social media, deciding I didn’t care if she had a vagina as long as she had Danny’s personality. But, of course, she turned out to be totally different. Different universes tend to spit out different shades of people.
So I decided to spend my time daydreaming about an unobtainable boy instead of actually going out and searching for a flesh and blood one.
Speaking of which…
