Everyone Has A Past

Chapter 1

Tucker's POV

"WHERE ARE WE!" Tom screeched.
"Can you not yell?" Wag questioned.
"NOPE!" Tom replied.
"Welcome."
"Who are you?" I ask.
"That's none of your concern currently. I feel like this information I'm about to present to you will... be helpful. It'll save one of your close friend's life. So pay attention~" the voice purrs.
Suddenly, a screen flickers on.
"OH GOD THAT'S BRIGHT!" I yelp.
"Welcome! You are currently in a coma-like state, in which you experience a coma with more than one person also being in it, beside you."
"Oh, that's not alarming." Sonja sarcastically comments.
"This is the THIRD. time this has occurred in all of the universes."
"Whoa." I mutter.
Suddenly, the screen zooms into a park.
"The lifetime to the current point you're about to experience is JORDAN MARON'S life." The narrator finished.
"What." Tom derply said.
"Alright, honey!" A woman said, placing a hand on a boy's shoulder.
"Go make some friends. We love you, Jordan!" The woman continued.
"That's Jordan?" Wag questioned.
'Jordan' was a smaller kid, with charcoal black hair, bright blue eyes, and, you guessed it, the same ruby red sunglasses.
"Look, at his 'dad!'" Sonja said, pointing at a man, with his arm wrapped around who we thought was his mom.
His mom had straight blonde hair, with diamond blue eyes, and looked extremely young.
His dad had brown hair, and Emerald green eyes, and also looked young
"Is it just me, or does Jordan look like his dad at all?" I question.
Jordan ran off, smiling happily.
His mom and dad sat down, and his mom said,
"Thank you."
"Hm?"
"For helping me. It's been rough on me, especially since I had Jordan when I was only 17 and his birth father died 3 years ago."
"THAT'S WHY HE LOOKS NOTHING LIKE HIM!" Tom yells in awe.
"He looks so much like him." his dad sighs.
"We were good friends."
"His death was hard on both of us."
"I miss him." his mom chokes out.
"I miss him too, Grace." He says, sympathetically looking at 'Grace.'
Suddenly, I heard little kids' voices yelling,
"Loser!" "You don't belong here!" "Go away!"
And Jordan ran back to his mom, his eyes as red as his face.
"Mommy, why don't they like me?" Jordan whimpers.
"I don't know, hun. I don't know..." she cooed, holding him close.
"Who else feels awkward right now?" Tom asked, and we all replied, "I do."

Jordan's POV *in reality*

I returned from Urulu, after visiting the library there.
"Jordan!" Martha called out.
"Hey, Martha!" I chirp.
"Jordan, this is urgent." Martha strictly confirms, as I approach her.
"What's the matter?"
"Follow me."
Nervously, I trail behind Martha, as she led me to the part of the city I hardly visit.
And as we enter a building, I see a single sign: "Hospital"
"Oh... crap." I think to myself.
She leads me to a room, and inside is an image I'll never forget.
It's like when I saw Ianite die.
It's like when I saw my mom and step dad die.
It's like when I saw my birth dad die.
I remember seeing it happen.
Wag, Sonja, Tucker and Tom were all hooked up to machines, all asleep.
"What happened?" I yell in terror, looking at Martha with my eyes wide.
"Jordan... they are in a coma, but-" she pauses, looking at me.
I was shaking like crazy, and my skin was red. My bloodshot eyes were filling up with tears, and my mind was screaming.
"It's a rare kind of coma. This is the second case of it this universe has ever seen."
"What's so special about it?"
"They are all in it - together. They went under together. They'll wake up together. It's nearly impossible to wake them up. I don't mean to alarm you, but, the first case, all 3 people were under for 20 years."
My eyes widen, I felt a wave of loneliness wash over me.
"They experience someone's lifetime."
"W-what does that mean?" I question.
"According to the first people who went under, they experienced a past of a close friend, that they all knew."
"So, there's a ch-chance they're experiencing m-my life?"
"It's most likely your's. But, it's hard to tell."
"Do you want some time alone with them?"
I nod my head, she smiles sympathetically, and leaves the room.
The room is silent, not including the monitors beeping, keeping track of their heart rate.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry I wasn't there. I'm sorry- if you're experiencing my past- that I never told you. I'm sorry..." I say out loud, sitting down in a chair in the room.
"But, do me a favor. Don't die. I don't need anymore deaths in my life." I say out loud.
"I wonder what you are seeing in my life right now." I continue, not done.
"But, I'm sorry. I feel... horrible." I finally finish, and for the rest of the visiting hours, I sit there, waiting for them to wake up.

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This gonna be saddening.
Okey!
I hope you guys enjoyed!
*puts on Sombrero and strums Mexican guitar*
Peace.
~Smart