"My 'gift' means I take away someone's gift permanently and their life leaving me with extra gifts and another voice in my head telling me what to do. The best case scenario is temporarily taking of gifts and I still get a new voice in my head. Any asshole who wants me to use my gift I will gladly use it on him and it won't be the best case scenario, because he is worse than ISIS. I came here to learn to turn it off and possibly an exorcism or whatever you do to remove a stolen consciousness, not to further my daily torture. I have to cover every inch that you might brush up against no matter how hot it is, because if you brush up against my skin with your skin, I get tortured you get tortured. No one wins everyone loses, me more than you because your torture ends either in a rather quick but painful death or a brief hospital stay, my continues on and on and on." She turned the volume on her iPhone all the way up to drown out the screams of the others in her head. She switched over to playing heavy metal, she couldn't understand one word of the awful garbage but she wasn't trying to listen to it. She had more to say but she couldn't concentrate with her vision completely taken over by nightmarish daydreams of the others dying in horrible & grotesque ways.