I was standing there in darkness alone. I did a full circle searching for someone or something, but there was nothing to be seen. Where was I? Am I dead? Is this hell? If it was, I expected it to be more...hot? I suddenly became aware of the sticky feeling on my stomach. I looked down at my damp shirt and gently touched it. I flipped my hand over seeing that it was blood. A whole lot of blood. I couldn't believe that Nate shot me. It's even more unbelievable that he would even hold a gun. Goosebumps began to rise on my skin, and I started to hear a faint voice. It sounded incredibly familiar. The voice began to get louder.
"And what have you done except have me spend money to bail you out of jail every weekend!?" I heard a voice shout. I whipped around to see my Dad. I felt the oxygen leave my lungs. I stared at him for a good 5 minutes. He stood there with his usual striped shirt and khakis. He expression was hard and pissed.
"Dad?" I called out, his expression didn't change, "I thought you were dead and-" before I could finish my sentence I felt something go through me. I stumbled back a few steps , terrified of what I saw. It was me. I looked at myself standing in front of my dad, with a annoyed look my face.
"That's where your wrong, Martin. I never asked you to bail me out, now did I?" The clone of me said to my Dad. Everything clicked like gears in my head.
I remember this. This is a memory. My memory.
The former me and my dad turn their heads at me making me jump. They disappeared with the wind. What the hell. Why is this happening?
"What the fuck Johnny?" A female voice shouted behind me. I turned around again to see me and a girl. I recognized her instantly. Her name was Ashely. Her dark brown curls were pulled into a messy bun and she wore black tights with a multicolored shirt. I remember this day too. I watched the scene go on.
"What the hell do you want me to say? That we should keep it?" My former self yelled back at her. I looked at her waiting for her response already knowing what she was going to say. I noticed, her eyes gloss over. Why didn't notice that back then?
"You obviously have no intention of actually having an adult conversation about the fact that I'm pregnant." She says back. I clenched my teeth. I know what's about to happen. I know what I'm about to say. My former self ran his fingers through his hairs and sighed loudly.
" Adult conversation? I'm 16 , there's not a adult bone in my body." He said," but if you want a mature response, here's one. How about you get rid of the fucking thing and go ahead and get rid of yourself too." He added coldly. fuck Johnny. I peeked a look at Ashely. There was practically rivers running down her face. Why didn't I see this before?
"Ash." I whispered gently. The former me and Ashely turned their heads and looked at me, again startling me. They both blew away with a breeze. I let out a sigh of relief that the live reminder of what I've done left from my sight. I expected another memory to began but nothing appeared in the darkness. What fuck is going on?
I began to hear crying. It sounded like a little girl. I felt something go through me again like before . It was my mom holding my little my sister. Why was she crying? I don't remember this. My mom set her down and crouched to her level.
"It's gonna be fine, honey." My mom soothing voice says. Nellie looked up at her mom, tear in her grey eyes. What is this? This isn't my memory.
"Why did he have to leave mommy? Why did Johnny have to die?" She asked between sobs. My heart dropped down to my stomach. I fell back on my behind trying to scoot away from the scene. This is a dream. This isn't real.This is a fake, it has to be.
