"When you were in the car crash with your parents...your parents died." So they did die "But then when you fell in the puddle with the wires, you became a Time Traveler. You appeared in the year 2008, changing the timeline so that your parents don't die but Alejandro's mom does. It's like your parents and Alejandro's mom switched places," tears start falling down my eyes. I can't believe what I have done. My parents still died even so.
"Why did they still di-" I choke back tears.
"It's because if an event happens it's going to happen. The time might not be the same but it will." What about Alejandro? He comes closer to me with a towel but I flinch.
"Don't come close," I yell.
"You are still pale," I look in the mirror and I am. It's nothing. He still moves closer. I kick him in the shin. He grunts as if he is holding in a scream.
"I'm sorry it was a reflex." What is wrong with me? This body is out of control. Get it together.
"It's ok. These are side effects from the memory I think," I look down. "This should have happened to you. To us. We don't choose what happens to us. But we can change how we react"
"How can I get rid of these feelings of fear? These side effects I have?"
"To face them?"
"How can I do that?"
"I'll show you," He reaches for my hand but I pull back. Instead, he points at me to follow him out. I slowly get out of bed to follow him. We wait for a taxi. He opens the door for me and I get in as he enters through the other side. When I sit inside, I realize I am so weak right now. I don't feel well at all. The taxi finally stops. We reach, what seems like an abandoned parking lot. Suddenly I get the chills. As we walk down the parking lot, it looks fairly familiar. I remember a few years ago I traveled to this parking lot and saw a little boy crying in a car. I see the opening of where we are going. We walk down.
"What is this place?" I start trembling. "It's too dark I can't be here"
"Just close your eyes," I do as he says, "Calm down and follow my voice"
"Ok. Gwen, calm down. Think happy thoughts. Happy thoughts," I say out loud unknowingly as I continue following Alejandros Grandpa's voice.
"Open your eyes now. We are at the door," I scan the door up and down. It's...the door of that lab.
"No, I can't be here," I turn my head in fear ready to sprint out of here. Then all of a sudden lights turn on. It's a subway station. An old one. I hear the sound of a door open. I fall down hearing the sound.
"Gwen...you asked me what can help me...this is the answer"
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Lost Memory by Jacqueline Cortez
Khoa học viễn tưởngHer life is not as easy as it was. Or was it never easy? She is gettting older, Gwen Rio, a Brazilian Hispanic, now age 32, time is not relavent. Time doesn't make sense for time-travelers anyways. She doesn't have family with her, a friend that's l...
