She is Psychometric

Gwen’s POV. I am crazy-they said. I opened my eyes in silence. There were only walls that seemed to limit my life, even though I had repeatedly widened my view, lying with heavy eyelids. I opened and closed my eyes helplessly. However, I could still move my right hand, staring fixedly while scavenging for many things about what happened. And it looks like they were right. I was insane. As if demon-possessed, I woke up from my sleep with a bit of energy. It was odd considering the state of my broken body and soul. “Argh!” I covered my ears. Strange noises were ringing frequently. Then my eyes widened as I saw a light heading towards me getting closer every time. I tried to dodge it along with all the memories that sometimes still greeted me. A big truck slammed into me. I suffocated, lying back on the bed. Sometime later, I came to my senses, my labored breathing seeming to return to normal. Then, I woke up again while holding my head, which felt like there were several short circuits after the accident five months ago after the miscarriage. But I was curious about something that made them say that I was not just depressed, but PTSD, post-traumatic disorder, and even delusional. Am I? I did not feel that bad. But after proving it again... yes, it seems like it happened. I tried to touch the glass on the table. I was so stunned that the glass slipped from my hand, and the nurse came to help me clean up. Later in the counseling session, the doctor also took pity on my condition. “So, you saw a staff member preparing a drink when you touched the glass?” The doctor confirmed. I nodded resignedly. This was the umpteenth time of counseling, and they only regarded me as a person with a very severe mental disorder. “We will increase the dosage of the medicine so that Mrs. Gwen can be calmer.” My doctor even considered what was happening to my hand to be a form of insanity or perhaps the effects of the accident and all the trauma I had experienced. That might be true. But I don't want to be considered crazy just because I can read memories with my hands. “You want to make me die by taking the medicine with the dose you always increase?” “Yeah?” “I am crazy, but can you get me out of here?” “It has to be with the consent of the guardian.” “My husband?” “Yes, Mr. Rayden.” The man who was always by my side slowly disappeared. He suddenly no longer came to visit. Only his assistant came. I missed his caresses and sweet words that kept me alive. “Anyway, Madam still needs treatment...” Then, the male doctor gasped when I suddenly pulled his hand, touching it gently as I closed my eyes. “What's wrong?” The doctor tried to calm me down. “Did you have your girlfriend's smoothie for breakfast?” The doctor widened his eyes. “How do you know?” I froze but tried to analyze it simply. Could it be that I was not crazy but rather destined to be psychic? Could it be? “In that case... I need to visit a shaman immediately. So, please call my very busy husband,” I pleaded. My beloved husband is very sweet. He tries to provide the best care without the public knowing. But unfortunately, he rarely comes these days. But I understand that. It's because the governor's candidate soon. Rayden must be busy. But since I couldn't wait any longer, I tried to escape. I drew a map, researched every hallway every day, and looked for the best route, even if it meant going through the waterways. I should have done this a long time ago. But since I had my body broken after the accident five months ago, I couldn't move much and just enjoyed life in the mental hospital that I thought was part of my life scenario, even though I never considered myself crazy. I believe Rayden left me here for my good. It's not that bad here after all. But this time I have to get out. Rayden hasn't been around in two months and in the last month, he hasn't come at all even his assistant has only contacted him through the nurse. Hufft... it was such a relief when everything went smoothly. Already dressed like a healthy person, I hailed a passing taxi to my residence in an elite neighborhood. But my steps faltered when I saw the dusty mailbox and the many letters piled up untidily. What was going on? The yard was also a mess. Is Rayden not home? I grabbed all the letters in the box. Because Rayden is a very neat man, he wouldn't have left the mailbox scattered. Then I gasped when I saw a wedding invitation. My body shook. My chest feels like it's being crushed by a cliff. Even my knees seemed unable to support my body. I was lying down. My husband... remarried? Even worse, with her? The woman I was so close to? I am weak. How can I handle all this? But I could not just stay on the ground. I wiped away the tears and stood up straight. I have to make this work. I had to see that this wedding invitation was not a lie. I still honestly couldn't believe my sweet husband had betrayed me. So, I wanted to see what kind of charade he was planning. Could it be for his candidacy for governor? Of course, I didn't want to look weak, so I put on my best clothes that were still neatly stored in the neglected house left behind by Rayden. I looked expensive in a black Jess Double Collar Mini Dress paired with open-toe heels, sunglasses, and black mesh gloves. I looked at my hand, which had invisible abilities. But that power isn't always helpful. It can cause pain when I see many hidden facts. Therefore, I wore gloves to protect myself. I just wanted to confirm with my own eyes what Rayden was planning. It turned out to be the truth. There was a wedding in the hotel garden. My tears welled up again, but this time, they were mixed with anger. My chest quivered violently as I looked at the pre-wedding photos of Rayden and my best friend, from behind the sunglasses that covered my reddish eyes. I broke through security, then climbed the altar just as the bride and groom were kissing while throwing my high-heeled shoes and shouting, “Hey, asshole!”