Cursed Tales 8 - "Ghost-Walker"

Emotions.

He was there again.
Alone on the bridge that led to his home in one direction and to the other part of town in the other one. Jonny however was not keen on going to neither directions because…because he was simply tired of the same ongoing point in time reappearing in front of him as a distant past. He did not even know how he entered this cycle. One moment he was walking home, the next moment everything just started happening. The grandma, the corpse he found lying on the stairs leading to the basement. The cat, frozen and mangled in the snow. The girl his age ran over and left to die. And now…his last vision was of the homeless boy who did not have enough money to even warm himself.
Jonny looked at the sign again, read the words and the meaning was still blatant in his mind, screaming and trying to force their way into his memories. However hard he tried though, his mind could not bring back the things he needed to remember so he could piece everything together. All he could hear...was a horn of a car, echoing as he tried to force something as a memory out of his skull. He squeezed his fingers in a fist and tried with every fiber of his being. He even stopped breathing, felt his body start sweating from the efforts. Just as he was about to stop and take a breather, a flash appeared. It was sudden, yet so colorful he could not just pass it by. The image resembled the bridge…but it was not winter anymore. It was sunny and it was warm, with people aimlessly walking around as if they did not have anything to worry about in this carefree scene. Moment before losing the image and returning to reality…he managed to see himself…walking. His body felt heavy so he leaned on the bridges parapet coping and decided he wanted to relax for a few moments before trying again. Even then though, his mind struggled to keep everything it was seeing together. Yes, the image was clear but it was not giving him the answer he sought to see in the first place. It only gave him the same location he was in at the moment, but in a different season. Maybe that was the clue? He grunted annoyed at everything and stared at the waves bellow the bridge. Everything was piecing itself slowly…but the thing is he did not have the pieces to the puzzle. He closed his eyes, focusing only on the murmuring waters, playfully cascading around the surface of the ocean. The image…he tried to bring it to life, by using his barely holding mind together. If he was walking on this bridge…then, he was getting back from school. YES! He opened his eyes fully, remembering this detail...and then again…he was left with unanswered questions as to why he was forced to see these things…these dead people and animals. What was causing all this? Why was it happening? Why him? He was just a child! His eyes filled with tears he did not want to drop from their sockets. Once again, he gripped his hands in fists and gently struck the concrete coping. The wind was getting slightly better, in terms of coldness, yet he still felt it pass by and caress his face. It was not as cold as before, making his watery drops still fresh on his eyes. He brushed them off a bit ashamed of himself using back of his hand and blinked a few times. He needed to keep his emotions in check if he was going to find the solution to the problem. He had to.
Jonny turned around…for he already knew there was something new happening. He needed to reset, so he could continue with the depressing emotionally draining mission he was on. He looked at the concrete structure in the middle of the bridge and for the first time…he did not see a change.