Cracked Up

III : Rewind

(EDITED)

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A month passed and Takemichi was now discharged from the hospital. He reluctantly followed the directions given by the person in his head and went home immediately. He was sitting on his bed pondering what to do. He thought and tried to remember all the important events he would have to fix. Such as Shinichiro's death, and the cause. and Kasaki, as he would also be a problem for the future. but as he pondered, he also concluded that he would have a hard time meeting these people, as nobody would believe a little kid if they told them that they were from the future. This put a block in his plans, as now he would have to get close and befriend all of these people. The thought of this made Takemichi sigh.

"ugh, I'm barely getting anywhere" Takemichi complains as he flops down on his bed. spreading his arms out as he scrunches his face in annoyance.

"doesn't matter as long as you have an idea of what you need to be doing" Tatsuki states, sounding amused by the young man's discouragement.

"You said I had to kill myself, how am I supposed to do that? I've only ever seen it in movies" Takemichi says, burying his face into his pillow. "besides, what if I get scared and bail on it"

"stop whining, you gotten beaten half to death, I'm sure you could do something like this," Tatsuki says.

"wow, so supportive," Takemichi says sarcastically as he forces himself to his feet." so, how far back in time will I go?"

"not sure, but your age would be in the double digits," Tatsuki says, but instead of an overly bored voice, it was more of a.. uncertain one. Which only seemed to make Takemichi more skeptical.

"I don't know if I should trust you, you sound so uncertain," Takemichi says, sweat-dropped. "how would I do it anyway, I don't want it to hurt," Takeichi admits as he was slightly more tense at the thought of having to kill himself.

"Why are you asking me, I don't know any more than you do on this subject," Tatsuki says as though he was stating the obvious, going back to his usual un-amused sounding personality, making Takemichi sigh.

"All alright, then I'll just hang myself. in movies, they die pretty quickly." Takemichi says, sounding unsure and seeming unwilling, as he reluctantly moves himself pulls the sheets off of his bed, and starts twisting it to make a dye rope. Tatsuki didn't say a single thing, letting Takemichi proceed with the idea. Takemichi Then stepped up onto his bed and hung the sheets on the fan, tying it tight and making a noose out of it. Takenmichi got a chill seeing what he made, but he gulped down his fear as he wrapped the makeshift noose around his neck. Takemichi hesitated one last time, trembling as his hands shook and he started almost to get dizzy because of the fear. He squeezed his eyes close, before stepping off of the bed.

His eyes immediately shot open. his weight made the noose tighter as he tried to gasp for breath but was unable to. He wanted to change his mind, but he was unable to get his feet back onto his bed, hot tears started to run down his cheeks, as was unable to close his eyes. The noose squeezed his neck so hard that it felt like it was being ripped off. he flailed, kicking and continuously trying to gasp for air to no avail. His limbs started to burn and he couldn't move his body anymore. his vision doubled and blurred before he finally lost conciseness.

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His eyes shot open. he jolts up in a cold sweat panting and trembling, he puts his hand to his throat, and he can still feel the throbbing pain from the noose that was once suffocating him. Tears started to well up in his eyes. He couldn't stop himself from trembling as the only thing he could think was 'That is what death feels like?' His head had a pulsing pain as he looked down at his hands. Even though he was in shock, he couldn't help but notice how small his hands looked. He was indeed back in time. He closed his eyes and tried to calm himself down, as the throbbing pain in his head diminished. Takemichi opened his eyes as he started to get a good look at his surroundings. He pulled the cover off of himself and got out of bed. Tumbling a little as his legs were shorter than he thought they would be. he walked out of his room and looked around, he recognized the house but he also saw a man sitting on the couch in the living room. That man is his father.