𝐝𝐞𝐣𝐚 𝐯𝐮 , 𝟖𝟎𝐬

25 = 70s baby

authors note at the end - please read :)

kennedy's point of view

"no, you can't get a drink." the bartender shook his head at me, "you just told me you overdosed earlier today."

i rolled my eyes, placing my chin in my hands.

"sorry, sweetheart. that's what you get for over sharing with a bartender." he said, continuing to wipe the counter down with a rag.

"well there's not many people to talk to about some things."

"maybe you should look into therapy."

i gave him a sarcastic look that read, "thanks buddy." but my attention was taken towards the bathroom door opening. i turned my head to see michael walking out.

"you okay?" i asked as he came back over towards me to reclaim his seat.

"don't ask stupid questions." he mumbled as he sat down next to me, "you have five minutes to explain."

"okay ... well no one ever really believes me when i tell them-"

"try me." he said, looking into my eyes, "you're sitting right in front of me after being dead for 2 months."

"i didn't die! i woke up. from a coma i'd been in after getting into a car crash in the year 2018."

michael furrowed his eyebrows and then raised one.

i don't think he believed me.

"michael." i grabbed his hands, "i'm a time traveller."

i knew i sounded completely sarcastic saying that, but at this point i don't even care.

"time traveller? what'd you join a fucking cult and have them brainwash you?"

"wow! a cult? that's a new one, i've gotten faked my death and still strung out on drugs but never brainwashed by a cult." i sarcastically responded.

michael rolled his eyes.

"no, it's the truth. i can call in the reinforcements and have them back me up."

"reinforcements?"

"jason and the corey's. they're somewhere over there." i pointed behind us.

"no, no it- it's fine." he held up his hands, "brandy i-" he looked me in the eyes. his looked low and so sad.

"i've been killing myself over your death. or you're wake up from a coma, whatever the hell it was. it sounds ridiculous but i guess i'll believe you because you're here sitting right in front of my eyes."

"that's why i came and found you ... jason told me you've been here every night he's here. he said he talked to you a bit and you seemed really distraught over all of it."

"if distraught's even the word." he sighed, "i cared so much about you, brandy. still do. i felt like i was so involved in your life, you were like a daughter to me. and when i heard about the car accident i couldn't even comprehend it. you had just gotten clean, quit working with that pedophile. you were standing up for yourself and turning everything around for the better. and then just like that you were gone."

i felt a lump forming in my throat from the words he was saying.

"and there was nothing i could do about it."

"i know it doesn't make sense and i could try and explain it in full detail but it'd probably take days." i truthfully said, "but i'm okay. maybe not mentally because i'm still trying to process all of it as well, but i'm alive."