Life is Strange in Visual Kei

Chapter 2 part 1: Powers??

         The world around me turned into a giant blur. The bathroom faded away. Hiyuu disappeared with his gun. That poor pink haired boy disappeared. I didn't have time to help him before everything around me disappeared. It was all replaced with a classroom. The same classroom I was in moments before. I was sitting at my desk. Yuuki-Sensei stood up at the front. All of the other students were in their seats. Listening to the teacher.

What the hell is happening? This can't be right. I was just in the bathroom. How did I end up back here? I took a deep breath. Trying to calm my self down from what just happened in the bathroom. If it even did happen. Now that I'm back in my classroom I have to wonder if that was all just a dream. Some weird messed up dream. One that felt too real.

All right lets think this through. I was in the bathroom. Hiyuu came in and shot that poor boy. I held up my hand and now I'm back here. What the fuck is happening? How is this even possible? I'm just going crazy right. Time travel isn't possible. I can't rewind time.

I looked up at the teacher. Curious of what he was lecturing about. "Alfred Hitchcock famously called film, little pieces of time. But he could be talking about photography, as he likely was." Yuuki lectured. The same lecture from earlier. I already heard this lecture. Did I really go back in time? Is it really possible? I wonder if everything will happen the same as it did earlier. If it does then I defiantly know that I went back.

My gaze traveled around the room. Seeing if everything was the same. My eyes stopped as I watch Ryoga lean down to pick up his pencil. That happened earlier. All right what happened after that? Now Meto is being hassled again. Right as that entered my mind I watched as Kei throws a waded piece of paper at the small blue haired boy. And if Yo-Ka's phone rings then this has to be real.

As if on cue Yo-Ka's phone started to buzz. Wanting him to answer it. I jumped a little bit at the sound of the ringing phone. Not expecting it to actually happen. In the process my arm bumped my camera. Knocking it off of the table. It fell to the ground and smashed into tiny pieces. Shit. This can't happen. Not to my camera. It was my only camera and I cared a lot about it. My parents gave it to me when we moved to Tokyo five years ago.

Biting my lip, a thought entered my mind. Okay, if I'm crazy, I might as well go all the way. Can I actually reverse time? It was a good test. To see if I'm crazy or not. If I can reverse time then I can fix my camera. If I can't reverse time the worse thing that can happen. I have a broken camera. It's worth a try. All right what did I do in the bathroom that would have made time go backwards? All I really did was holding out my hand. Slowly, I held my hand out in front of me. I believe my hand was like this. Now think about going back.

I focused on the camera. Imagining it still sitting on my table. In one piece. Not smashed to pieces on the floor. Like rewinding a movie I saw the world around me go back wards. The pieces of my camera gathered up together. Going back into their correct spots. Fixing its self right before my eyes. It lifted off the ground. Levitating off the ground and going back to sitting on my table. Once my camera was back, I dropped my hand. Letting the world continue going forward.

I stared in awe at my camera. It was fixed. No pieces where missing. There wasn't even a scratch on it. Unbelievable. This whole thing is unbelievable. I looked down at my hands. I'm a human time machine, I muse to myself. All right MiA, don't freak out. Not yet. Not until I know for sure that this isn't a dream.

What else can I do to make sure that isn't a dream? I looked back down at my camera. Slowly I picked it up. Examining the tiny machine in my hands. When I took my selfie Yuuki-Sensei asked me a question. So if I take the photo again would he ask me the same question? If he does it again, I'll know this is for real. I brought the camera onto my lap. Angling it up at me. Quickly snapping the picture. Doing what I did last time.