I can feel people their true emotions. No, I don’t feel their emotions just by looking at their faces. I feel their emotions by touch. When I touch another human a cold shiver goes down my spine, triggering a feeling inside of me. This feeling will only be there for a second. At first, I thought it was just a reaction of my body from human touch. But after it happening so many times, so many different feelings, it couldn’t be. You might think, it’s a gift. It’s not. People never show their true emotions.
I’m in high school, just a 15 year old kid. There are lots of people around me who all are different. Sometimes it has its benefits. Other students like to pick on me. Once in a while, someone pushes me against the wall or throws me on the ground. They laugh at me, all full of themselves. Although, when I touch them I feel relief and fear going through me. They’re just afraid to get bullied themselves, so whenever they bully someone, they feel relief due to the fact that it isn’t them. Others feel pain, sad. All I know is, bullies all have different intentions of picking on you. That still doesn’t mean it’s right, though.
I have a girlfriend, she’s sweet, determined and cute. Whenever I touch her, I feel love and comfort go through me. This feeling makes it even better to be with her, being sure she feels that way about me. But it has a lot of bad sides. Touching someone who touches someone else, connects them to me. This means I can get lots of different emotions sent through me in a few seconds. I even passed out because of this. When they researched me, the conclusion, my brain was doing too much at the time. How this happened, they never found out. When someone feels just a bit sad, I feel it for a few seconds. When someone is very sad, I can feel it for hours. Hell, even days. This sometimes makes it hard to be myself. I avoid touching most people because of this.
You never know what someone is truly feeling, judging by their presence. There is one thing that really freaked me out. There’s a kid in my class, Tony. He’s always in the back of class, making himself invisible. He always has black clothes on, and earbuds. Outside of class, almost everyone likes to pick on him. They call him out for all sorts of things: Satanist, emo, depressed, introvert, and so on. I avoid touching him mostly, because he looks like he’s going through a tough time. Not only at school, also at home. But since I have P.E with him, it’s very hard to avoid touching him.
Every now and then, we play a game at P.E where you have to hold each others hands. Me and Tony are the only two kids in class who have no friends. We usually end up together. Most of the times I manage to not touch him. But one time, I had no choice. We had to practice our fighting skills, attacking and defending. The one would attack, the other defend. This meant I had to touch him. ‘’Maybe it isn’t that bad.’’ I thought to myself. ‘’Maybe he’s very happy, not everyone feels what they seem to be feeling.” This statement was very much wrong.
As I stood there, ready to defend myself from his attack, he looked at me. His smile grew bigger once I looked him in the eyes. It looked like he was looking right through me, not even noticing me. This frightened me a little bit. I shook it off. After that, I don’t remember what happened. All I know, he touched me. Once he touched me I felt a lot of things going through me. Only ten times worse. What I felt, is hard to explain. But I’ll try anyways. He touched me, and his emotions went through me. I felt lots of different emotions, anger, fear, sadness, happiness, determination. There is one more, which stuck out the most. I don’t know what it was, but it felt evil. I freaked out and started punching and kicking everyone coming nearby me. The teacher got me on the ground and called my parents. As they took me away, I saw Tony looking at me from behind. With a smirk on his face, he turns around. I almost started to think he knows about my gift. Ever since this happened, I have always worn gloves. Wearing gloves means I can touch people without actually feeling their skin. So far, it’s going well. But I will never forget the feeling I got from Tony. Just know, some people really are born evil.