Gift or Curse
It was just after the first of the year and I was sixteen. Like always I was exploring old warehouses. I did not want to go home yet, my dad was a mean drunk and my mom… well my mom was a hooker. School had gotten out a while ago and I was watching a storm that was in the distance. The loading dock I was on had this hole about three feet deep and it was full of water. I had sat on the railing to watch the storm, it was about five miles away so I was not worried about the lightning. I saw this huge bolt of lightning zig zag across the sky and suddenly head right for me. It was like everything was moving in slow motion. The lightning seemed to …