I Can See Auras

"Have you ever considered that your daughter may have...something else wrong?" When I heard the psychologist ask that, my skin turned cold. He was overweight, had hair that looked like a skunk, and was surrounded with murky, dark blue squiggles.
My parents looked at him in silence, then at each other, then back to him. My mom said that they'd considered it but never really looked into it. "From my professional opinion, I think your daughter has bipolar." My mom started crying. My dad took my hand and squeezed it gently, letting me know he was there.
The psychologist left the hospital room to let us talk it out. We spent a long time crying and wondering what our next step was going to be. My mom's normally bright atmosphere was diluted and smeared, like the windows of a car during a storm; my dad's wasn't as sharp as it normally is, it had taken on a grey tint and the edges were fuzzy. I stayed in the hospital overnight so they could monitor me; while I hadn't followed through with the overdose, I was still considered high risk.
Over the next 5 months, I saw 2 different psychologists and 1 therapist. I was formally diagnosed with bipolar and was being taught how to cope. "Paige, do you ever see something that others don't?" My therapist started the session with that question. She was a vibrant chartreuse yellow with a soft, flowy edge, similar to my mom's. I mentioned that to her and she laughed before explaining that, surprisingly, that's common with people who are "wired differently."
We spent the session talking about auras and how I can use them to help me find friends and people who I can connect well with. I left feeling confident and excited; in a normal world, I just discovered I had a secret power. But now that I know what I do, I'm not so happy about this power. I started my second year of college soon after. Since seeing my therapist, I had started honing my ability. For some people, I could see the aura almost immediately and I felt like I was getting hit with a ton of bricks. For others, I had to interact with them for a while before I could begin to see it. But when I met Darius, I saw it from across the common area before I even saw what color his eyes were.
It was red. Deep, blood red. The red you only see on a fresh cut or when giving blood. I was scared out of my mind and frozen in place as he walked towards me. The other hues started to pop out as he approached: towards the center, a dark raspberry bled into the red. Towards the edges, the red turned brown like an old scab. His entire aura shifted and moved like a stingray around him, constantly pulsing and wiggling. When he was about 5 feet away, I saw something I'd never seen before. Stretching out from his center were hundreds of thin, pitch black tendrils. It reminded me of onion roots.
He came right up to me and introduced himself; we apparently had a mutual friend who pointed me out to him and said we would get along. I wanted to get away but I was frozen in place. He seemed to take that as an invitation to keep talking to me. I spent ten minutes rooted in place as he talked; the entire time, I saw him start to slowly envelop me. His aura had started to encompass us like a dome and I was petrified. I was saved when a friend came and got me for my next class, but before I left, Darius leaned in and whispered "Mmm..periwinkle is a nice color on you." He walked away with a smirk and wide steps, leaving me stunned in the middle of the common area. The blood rushed from my face down my back, leaving me feeling frozen and burning up at the same time. I've never told anyone what the color of my aura is, much less as specific as periwinkle.
I spent the rest of the day going back and forth over my interaction with him, trying to figure out his aura and what it meant. I was nervous about seeing him again, simply because he terrified me, but I didn't end up seeing him again until a week later. It's horrible to put in words, but I need to know if someone else has experienced this and how they handled it. I need to know I'm not alone.
It was after my chemistry class; I had volunteered to take the trash out back for pickup. As I was about to round the corner to the dumpster, I heard a faint gurgling like a far off creek, which didn't make sense. I've been to the dumpster a handful of times and I'd never seen any water nearby; the drain pipe isn't even close. I rounded the corner and stopped suddenly, causing the gravel under my feet to scatter.
There was blood everywhere. The side of the building, in front of the dumpster, splattered across the ground in front of me: everything was stained with fresh, dripping blood. I couldn't process what I was seeing at first because he blended in with the carnage, but eventually I realized I was staring at Darius. At least, that's who I'm assuming it was. His aura was pulsating rapidly, which is why I wasn't able to distinguish him from the scene around him. Its bright red ebb and flow hurt my eyes, causing me to look away. When I did, I saw it: a body. It was mangled with limbs broken and bent in odd angles, their chest split open and ribs pulled out, everything twitching at random and blood gushing everywhere. Darius was sprawled out on all fours over it, his normally lanky build looking longer and more grotesque; he was ripping and tearing at their flesh with his teeth and hands, though I don't think those are accurate descriptions anymore. My quick stop and the sound of gravel alerted him to my presence, to which he whipped around to face me. I only saw him straight on for a moment, but it will be burned into my mind for the rest of my life.
He was wearing the remaining tatters of what looked to be a polo shirt and jeans; they practically fell off his body because of how skinny he was. Skin and bone would be the only way to describe it, but not like how athletes are. He looked like a mummy, leathery and saggy. His arms and legs were two times longer than normal, with his joints jutting out and looking gnarled. His hands twitched sporadically and his fingers looked more like claws; he wasn't wearing shoes and his feet were scraped and raw. His face was something out of a nightmare: blood dripped down his chin and onto the ground; his mouth hung open just wide enough to show two rows of jagged, yellow teeth, and it seemed like he'd chewed off his own lips; his eyes were set far apart and sunken in his skull, each one with a small iris and a crazed look; his ears were low, almost to his jaw, and small; his hair was wiry and greasy, pushed back from his face. The only reason I could tell it was him was his aura, that same terrifying aura that haunted me nightly. It grew with each passing second, engulfing everything around it in a red haze. Darius let out what sounded to be a mix between a growl and a bark; I turned on my heel and ran, the trash left in a pile, forgotten.
I burst through the double doors, running in to the empty hallway of the school. I heard something running on the gravel outside and I quickly looked for a place to hide. Under the stairs, to my right, was a pile of tables and chairs being stored. I slid under the chairs and behind the tables, backing myself as far into the dark corner as I could. I pulled my shirt up over my mouth and covered both with my hands to try and stifle my breathing, though I thought it was pointless with how loud my heart was beating.
I heard the double doors slam open and the sound of panting. I scrunched up as small as I could, but I knew it was only a matter of time until he found me.
Tip.
Tap.
Tip.
Scratch.
Tip.
Tap.
He walked slowly on the tiled floors; I didn't know what he was doing other than what I heard: I had shut my eyes tight. I felt a sob welling up in my chest. Was this how I was going to go out? Dead, in a storage space behind a stairwell? What was it going to be like? Wha-
He stopped. I heard doors open. The other classes were getting out and students had started milling around. I heard him retreat quickly, his claws scraping and sliding on the slick floors. I heard the double doors open again, felt their breeze, and then nothing. I was alone, in a dark corner, under the stairs.
I waited five minutes. Ten minutes. What felt like an hour. I heard friends calling my name for the next class; it had only been fifteen minutes. I slowly unfurled myself and crawled out of my hiding space. I was safe.
That was a month ago. In the end, I alerted the campus police to the body. I was questioned, of course, but they determined I was innocent. It also came to light that the cameras on that side of the building weren't working, so no one had a solid lead on what happened.
But I know what happened. And now you do too.
I can see auras; can you?


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