The Secret Angel

Ever since I was little, I was fascinated with the dead and ghost stories, little did I know, most of my childhood involved communication with the dead. Now I'm sixteen, I live in a little city in Southern California, I can still speak with the dead but I'm learning, with my friend the whole way beside me, that talking with the dead is not all I can do. Sometimes I call it being an empath, or an angel, I don't really have a name for it. I can know someone's past, present, and sometimes future with a look of their eyes, look of a picture, or even the sound of the name, sometimes, all it requires is a thought of that person. It's hard to believe, I know, I barely started to believe the beginning of last year. But there's still more than that, what ever someone, anyone, feels, I physically feel it. (i.e. someone is nervous: MY heart will race. Someone is miserable: I will cry) I truely have no control over it. I have no control over any of this sometimes.