The Main Character

It troubles me everytime it happens, where I encounter the final few hours of some random person’s life right before they die. Their life flashes before my eyes as I see where they were, who they interacted with and why they died easy. It’s a huge reason why I took up detective work. I can see the crimes and incriminate those breaking the system. It can be rough and takes its toll on my mental health, seeing so vividly the demise of a human’s life being taken from them. I see anywhere between their final three hours, sometimes six or full twenty-four hours at a time. 

When one finishes, the next begins immediately. The saddest of the second-hand memories is those that are murdered in their sleep. I see nothing but darkness for a while, occasionally, see them wake up in the struggle and die. Or the alternative, nothingness with no pay off that I can see before the next takes hold of me.