After Gaining the Ability to Predict Death, I Saw a Countdown Above My Head

Because I could see a countdown to my loved ones’ deaths above their heads, my family treated me like a jinx from childhood.

I told them when my grandfather, father, and mother would die.

All three died in accidents that same day.

My three older brothers believed my curse had killed them and hated me with all their hearts.

But my younger sister, whose birth had killed our mother, grew up cherished and adored.

My brothers said she was a little lucky star, and that the family’s fortunes had turned around ever since she was born.

But Mom died because she gave birth to her!

On my eighteenth birthday, I saw my own countdown in the mirror.

I bought myself an urn I liked.

Then I cooked a huge meal, hoping to share one last dinner with my brothers.

But even when the countdown ran out, no one came…