𝐝𝐞𝐣𝐚 𝐯𝐮 , 𝟖𝟎𝐬

42 = just in time

FRIDAY, DECEMBER 5th 2018

the last two days have been anything but easy. once the founders finally let me go and i wasn't feeling as groggy from the chloroform, i started to ponder on the newest information i learned.

i'm going to have to make a sacrifice either way, whatever i decide.

it's been almost five months since i woke up in the 80s and three months since i woke up out of my coma. that's a decent amount of time and i still can't make sense of any of it.

something in the universe wanted me to experience all of this, wanted me to create a mandela effect and shed light on the people who have been silenced.

that was the reason for it all.

corey is one of those who has been silenced, and i know it bothered him until the day he died. but he's not just some actor i've seen in a few movies anymore, he's become one of the most important people in my life.

he's become my bestfriend and i see myself in him.

if i choose the easy way out, i lose our friendship and any possibility of ever helping him in the way that he deserves.

if i choose the second option, i lose my family and my real identity.

is this my purpose? i scribble in my journal.

since apparently the portal is slowly but surely closing me out of the 1980s, i'm scared to get too close to it. i feel like i don't belong there anymore.

i'm cozied up in a quaint bookstore somewhere off of santa monica boulevard, two blocks down from the portal. i brought along all the photos and documents of my time spent as brandy alexander.

i've been scanning over the photo harrison and i came across the other night, the one where i woke up on the red carpet at exactly 11:32 pm.

i smile to myself as i pick up a paparazzi photo of the corey's and i leaving some party in hollywood.

i miss them.

"kennedy?" a familiar voice draws me out of my thoughts.

"oh good god." i cringe slightly.

"what are you doing here?" jason walks closer to the table i'm sitting at.

"enjoying the atmosphere, what does it look like i'm doing?" the sarcasm rolls off my tongue.

"feldman, jake, and i have been worried sick about you!"

i roll my eyes at his dad instincts kicking in. this is what happens when all your friends are twice your age.

"i texted you that i was fine."

"yeah, after being kidnapped and drugged by those founder people!" he whisper yells.

"i needed time to think. i don't know what i'm supposed to do. i'm hoping something in here," i wave my hands over my journal, "will help me figure it out."

a moment of silent passes between us.

"you want some company? looks like you're gonna be here for awhile." he's looking at all my photos and papers spread out on the table in front of me.

"sure." i mumble, "what's that?"

he looks down at the styrofoam cup in his hands, "tea."

"you drink tea?"

he looks at me with a straight face as he takes the seat across from me, "do you have a problem with people who drink tea?"

"nope." i shake my head, "you just don't seem like the type to drink it."