"it's more than a feeling of deja vu. things are repeating. but this time ... i know how to stop them."
[ sequel to THE MANDELA EFFECT ]
au
ft. jason patric, the corey's, etc
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*tw : mentions of sexual assault*
the house is quiet after aunt maggie leaves and corey and i decide that we're too anxious to eat any snacks or watch the ball drop.
"should we just sleep and hope we wake up in the summer of '87 with no worries?" i ask, my eyes glued to the ceiling.
"yeah, that sounds like a dream i'd never want to wake up from."
"you don't have to sleep on the floor, you know?" i lift my head to see corey who's wrapped in a blanket on the floor beside my bed.
"yeah i do."
"you've slept in my bed before. remember when you used the portal to get to 2018 and we watched titanic? you slept in my bed then."
he sits up, his head appearing above the edge of my mattress.
"but this time it's different."
"different how?"
he ignores my question and instead climbs up into my bed anyway.
i stretch my arm to the side, turning off the lamp that's on my nightstand. i flop onto my back, continuing to stare at my ceiling as corey does the same right next to me.
"kennedy?" he whispers.
"yeah?"
"are we ready for this week?"
"we've gotta be."
"what do you think will happen if we're not?"
i decide on not telling him what poe told me earlier today, that if we fail, i'll be sent back to the start of all this and have to repeat it again. i fear if i tell corey this right now, it'll send him into a panic attack.
"i don't know." i lie straight past my teeth, "hopefully nothing we can't handle."
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i gasp awake, sitting up as fast as my eyes open.
the fact that the sun hasn't come up yet makes me glance over at my alarm clock. it's still the same day, 11:58 at night. i've been asleep for an hour and a half.
i anxiously watch the clock hit 11:59 and that's when i start to pray in my head that some catastrophic event causes time to go backwards, but despite my strength and efforts, it hits 12:00.
midnight.
happy new year.
the sound of fireworks outside blast through my ears.
"corey." i whisper, turning around where corey's passed out under my comforter. "corey, wake up."
"hm?" he groans in his sleep.
"it's happening." i say, hopping out of bed and throwing on a long sleeve over my tank top.
