Horror

Looped

Have you ever felt that irritable desire to solve some mistakes you’ve done in recent past, but you lack the power to get back in time and do the things in the right way? Let’s pretend that you do have that… special power.

Let’s pretend that you somehow managed to get back in time, more precisely, one day ago, and you repair what you have done wrong that certain day.

Therefore, that day must have an end and the future events should follow up what happened during that day. This is what I thought…

I just graduated from my high school some time ago… I’m not sure how much, but it must be like a lot, according to my perception of time. I was preparing for my entrance examination, at my city’s University of Medicine.

During my last, never ending semester, I dedicated myself almost no time in studying human anatomy, drawing upon my “trustful” confidence, that told me I could somehow make the grade. I was such a fool, considering the fact that I spent only my last three full days hitting the books, before having my exam. Under a permanent stress and a race against time, I felt that I only took some looks through all my biology manuals, instead of really comprehend every notion and all the theory.

This is because I wasn’t studying hard during my period of a high school pupil. And also because I was an unmotivated and lazy bastard, not even trying to think about what I will do in my life. The only person that really kept my going on was my mother. She was what remained left from my family, since my father died when I was three years old, and I being the only kid. I knew I had to study hard for my future, I desperately wanted to, but my undetermined type of character didn’t let me do so.

After all, it came, the “D-Day”. A hated by society, Monday.

My alarm woke me up at around 6 past half AM. I hardly separated myself from the bed. I went to the bathroom, doing my morning routine. The weather seemed to be clear, with overcast later in the evening. I ate my breakfast with my mother, wishing me all the luck for that day.

I told her that I will do well in the exam, but in my mind I was very disappointed about myself, not studying enough. I left the apartment at 8 AM and rushed to the University. I nearly got hit by a douche driving a Corvette while walking the pedestrian crossing.

I entered the classroom at around 8 past half AM and received the sheets of paper, which contained about seventy multiple choose questions. Stress is all I can remember from that day, because in the first hour I just skipped a lot of questions, and answer those in which I had some knowledge. In the last quarter of the hour I randomly chosen some answers and hoped that they were the right ones.

Time was up. I left the classroom disappointed, and went back to my home, thinking about what I was going to tell my mother. “Yes I did well, I will take a good mark, I hope... What I’m saying, of course I will get a good one.”… Those were the words spoken by me, to my mother, with a fake smile on my face. Then I received a warm hug from her, during which I resisted the urge to explode into tears.

I took another look at the questions from papers, solved them again, and see where I did wrong. Since they were publicized on the web… I knew I was going to fail. I knew that I would not be admitted to the University. I had to wait another year before having the chance to take it another time. God, I was so angry!

It was almost midnight and I was standing in bed with my eyes pointing at my ceiling since 10 PM. I didn’t know what to do and I was so irritated by the thought about why I didn’t tell my mom the truth about how I really did on the exam in the first place. I said to myself in my mind… “Oh dear God, please… please give me another chance… please let me relive today…”