Broken Timelines

Part 3

Y/N's Home

Living Room -
Y/N sits on the couch, his head in his hands. The room is filled with an uncomfortable silence, broken only by the ticking of a clock on the wall. His parents, Mr. and Mrs. L/n, sit across from him, their expressions a mix of concern and frustration.

Mrs. L/n: (softly) Y/N, we need to talk about what happened at school today.

Y/N: (sighs) I know, Mom. I just... I don't know where to start.

Mr. L/n: (sternly) Start from the beginning. What happened with that girl in the bathroom?

Y/N: (looking down) It's complicated. I was just trying to protect myself.

Mrs. L/n: (leaning forward) Protect yourself from what, Y/N? What's going on?

Y/N: (tearfully) I can't say much, but I think I know something about what happened to Rachel Amber.

Mr. L/n: (frowning) Rachel Amber? The missing girl?

Y/N: (nodding) Yeah. She was a friend of mine. And I think she was involved in something dangerous.

Mrs. L/n: (whispering) Oh, Y/N. That's serious. What do you know?

Y/N: (shaking his head) I can't say. Not yet. But I need your help.

Mr. L/n: (sighs) Y/N, you know we're here for you. But you have to be honest with us.

Y/N: (looking up) I am being honest. I just... I need to figure this out on my own.

Mrs. L/n: (concerned) You can't do this alone, Y/N. You need help.

Y/N: (smiling weakly) I know. But I have friends who are helping me.

Mr. L/n: (raising an eyebrow) Friends? Who are these friends?

Y/N: (hesitant) Just some people from school. They're good people.

Mrs. L/n: (smiling) We trust you, Y/N. But we also want to make sure you're safe.

Y/N: (nodding) I know. And I appreciate it. But I need to do this my way.

Mr. L/n: (sighs) Alright. But promise us you'll be careful. And if you need anything, anything at all, you come to us.

Y/N: (smiling) I promise. Thank you, Mom. Thank you, Dad.

Mrs. L/n: (smiling back) We love you, Y/N. We just want what's best for you.

Y/N stands up, his shoulders slumped, and walks towards the door. He pauses for a moment, looking back at his parents.

Y/N: (softly) Thank you. I'll make this right.

Y/N!

Max: Y/N? Oh, shit!

Kate: He was being nice for a change when he offered to help me.

Max: He's the opposite of nice. What next?

How sick were you?

Max: How sick were you?

Kate: Sick enough to need a doctor. I thought I was dying, Max.

Max: So, Y/N didn't take you to the ER?

Kate: All I recall is driving for a long time...then I woke up in a room...I thought it was a hospital because it was so white and bright...

Max: Go on, I'm listening.

Kate: Somebody was talking to me in a soft voice...I thought it was a doctor...until I heard Y/N and felt a sharp sting in my neck...and...and...