I remember this as it was last week. Yeah, last week. Not yesterday. It's not entirely clear. My name is Jack Griffin, age 15. Every time I touch a silver locket with my grandfathers pictures in it, I see his memories from years ago, some before his death. He died of a heart attack when he was 60. I have that locket in my room. I haven't touched it in a while. I touched it three days ago. When I say three days, and earlier I stated that I remember as if it were last week, actually, no, I have a story to tell first.
I touched the locket, afraid of what I would see. I closed my eyes shut and placed my fingers on the locket. Nothing happened. I opened my eyes and pulled my hands away. I tried again. It worked.
What I saw was completely different than I've seen before. I saw intense images. People blasting fire out of their bare hands. The one image that stood out the most was a boy, young looking, blondish brownish hair, light blue eyes, just leaning against a fence. I recognized the area. My backyard. I saw another person in the background. The image was fading away. I tried to focus on the mysterious person. The face was masculine, long brown hair, green eyes, wearing a white shirt and faded jeans. He seemed to be staring right at me. The image kept fading. The man in the background was gone and the little boy was no longer innocent looking. He was taller, black hair with gel, blue eyes. It was me. But at the same time, it wasn't me. There was a necklace on the ground shimmering in the light. It was a triangle shaped pendant with the initials KMG on it. The image faded. I let go my death grip on the locket. I had to process the information. A rock hit my window. I spun my head to the window. I walked to the window and looked out. The fence of my backyard (it was from the images!) had a little boy leaning on it staring into the distance. His eyes locked on me. He narrowed his eyes. The man in the background was there too. He was wearing the pendant. KMG. It stood for Kael Mary Griffin. My family's names combined. Kael, my dad; Mary, my mom; Griffin, my surname. The man in the trees looked at me. Two sets of eyes watching me. I was glued to the spot. The boy used sign language to communicate. I knew sign language from ASL(American Sign Language) class. I've communicated to a few deaf people. He signed, Look at yourself. You're one of us. Then he disappeared, so did the man in the background. I looked at my skin, I looked paler than usual. My mom was crying. I could hear her through the door. She said,
"My son! He was my son. I'll do whatever I can to avenge my son!"
Avenge?
I tried to touch the locket. My hands passed through it. I tried to touch the wall, I passed through it. I'm a ghost who once had a life. The boy was me as a kid, the man, me from the future. I was nothing anymore, just a lost soul begging to be able to live again. I never existed.
