Don't Crack

chapter 1

1987 -- Sunday, 7:15PM
Erika:

The sound of muffled screaming and yelling fills my ears. And then..
*SHATTER*
A glass, probably beer, had fallen and shattered. I couldn't do much but tune it out, so I played my favorite song on my only cassette player.
*But I'm a creep!~*
The music filled my ears as I shut my eyes, it was so soothing. My only escape from reality.. I really felt like I was drifting away. Like I was sinking into the silk sheets of my soft and shiny bed. I opened my eyes, and sure enough.. I was. I was really sinking into my sheets. But I couldn't do anything about it.. the music had taken control of my body, I couldn't stop listening. So I let myself fall into my sheets until it was all dark. I was consumed by my bed. Before I knew it I woke up. But I wasn't in my room.. I was in my body, but this wasn't my home. I finally stopped listening to my music. I was in a room that looked like it belonged to a teenage boy, probably about my age. I saw a picture of a boy on the wall next to me.. about 16, maybe 17. Just like me, 16. I left the bed I was in and an intense headache suddenly began. 'what time is it?' there was a clock on the dresser, it read 7:16PM. About a minute after I had started listening to my song. What day is it? I glanced at the calendar next to the door and read "April 8th, 1989" it's been two years! Where am I? How did I get here? I walked outside to see it was still my house. But it wasn't my room, the architecture was different, the decor was different.. What happened?