Who Says You Can't Repeat the Past?

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a little treat for you! It's in Astella's point of view!

I wake up to a pounding headache and a searing pain on my left should extending down to my wrist. I groan and roll over in bed. What time was it? I have to get up and go to school and.. School? i don't go to school. I'm... How old am i? 20? No.. 21.. I remember.. A birthday. A bad birthday. Not the kind of day i expected to celebrate the day of my birth. What was it? Images flash behind my eyelids. A man with blond hair and a beautiful smile. A fiery red headed woman with a deep scowl. A giant hulking green monster and lizard like creatures raining from the sky. I gasp and sit up in bed shocked and confused. I don't know any of the people. I don't remember these things happening. It must have been a dream. An elaborate dream. But a dream while I'm awake? I shake my head. No.. No. It must be a daydream, but how could i conjure up those faces. I may be a painter but i can't create faces. Painting. No.

I haven't done that in a really long time. Why haven't i done that in a really long time? Because your family is dead. I gasp and cover my mouth with my hands as if i had spoken the words out loud. My family isn't dead! Why would i even dare think of such a thing. As my eyes came in to focus i notice my room. It's different somehow. Cleaner in a sense. There's still a pile of unwashed laundry on the floor and my posters hang crookedly but everything seems more.. Crisp. Like everything was placed carefully and strategically so i wouldn't notice that something was off, but i noticed.

My pounding headache made me groan and press the heel of my hand to the side of my face. It sounded like a someone was banging away at my skull with drumsticks. squeezing my eyes shut i tried to steady my breathing and forget about the roaring pain in my head. I was reminded of the burning sensation on my arm. looking down a spot a trail of stars running and swirling down it. I get the strangest sense of déjà vu as i twist my arm around looking at the pattern.

Rubbing it gently i look around my room again. It is definitely my room but it doesn't feel like it. Open the door. Something whispers. I make a small whimpering sound and press my fingertips to my temple. The door. I'll try the door. i tell myself with a sigh stepping forward. It's locked. From the outside. "Hey.. What the.." i mumble jiggling the handle a couple times confused. My door can't be locked from the outside it can only be locked from.. The inside. I fumble for the latch and find nothing but the smooth round end of my doorknob. Nothing. How can there be nothing. There was something there yesterday. It wasn't yesterday. A small groan escapes my lips as the pounding increases. It was yesterday i tell myself frantically. Yesterday yesterday..

"Shit." i murmur as the throbbing insists. Alright so maybe not yesterday. As soon as i come to that conclusion the headache dulls and i am able to open my eyes and stare at the whitewashed door before me. "Okay so how do i open it." i mummer running my hand over it's smooth surface. My fingertips prickle like touching the door makes my nerve endings stand on edge. An unknown current rips through me and there's a soft click as the door unlatches. What the hell. I push the door open. clearly this is not my room. Or my house.

Not only does my door open inward but my hallway does not look so.. Hospital like. With those generic tiles on the floor with it's generic ceiling and plain white walls. Not my house. But maybe not a hospital either. Where are the nurses? the Doctors? Why is nobody rushing or hurrying along like you would expect? Because it's not a hospital. Okay so not a hospital. I walk slowly down the hallway but the voice slams into my brain and seems to pour out my ears and echo down the hallway. GO THE OTHER WAY. Crying out and nearly stumbling to the ground i take of in the other direction and listen to the commands in my head. LEFT. RIGHT. RIGHT. ANOTHER LEFT. I'm running so fast and all the hallways look the same but seem familiar at the same time. Have i done this before?

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