I... I don't know how to explain this...
I'm stuck in a world where I die at the same time every week.
Saturday, 4:42 pm.
Every time I die, I get sent back to the Saturday the week before, at 4:43 pm. I always wake up in the middle of the den in my house, on the couch. My mom stands above me, always telling me the same thing.
"I need to get some groceries, come on!"
It happened for the first time two weeks ago. The first time, I died in a car crash. The second time, I died to a robber shooting my family since I didn't leave the house.
Dying is an indescribable feeling. You know how they say your life flashes before your eyes? Yeah, that's true. When your death is fast, like in a car crash, its there and gone in an instant. But when you are bleeding out on the floor from a gunshot would, it doesn't flash. It's a slow, inevitable realization, and you can't help but relive every memory like it just happened.
I'm the only one that remembers anything that happened the past week.
But then a lady shows up, two days before I will die again, and tells me that my destiny lies with her, and that she should trust me to fix her problems.
She calls it a 'glitch in the system', whatever that means, and she named this 'glitch' Point Zero.
