Author Note's- MORE DEPRESSION
Yesterday. I remember yesterday, for how could I not? Every time I blink the memories, those cursed memories, flash behind my eyelids. A raging black cloud, screams of terror, a burning sensation, then a tragic death. What a way to end a life.
I close my eyes and try to count how many days...how many yesterday's I've had. It's only been five days. A lot can happen in five days. I'm sick of this repetition. It's starting to wear me down, and it's time I actually did something about it.
You see, a few days ago, I died in a volcanic eruption. It sounds like an epic way to go, but let me be honest with you, it was painful. It was agonising every time.
Since the day I died for real, I have relived the same day a total of five times, this one being my sixth. I can't work out what went wrong. Did I do something wrong? Was there something I could've done to prevent it? Oh, how I wish to know these answers. Is that really too much to ask?
I close my eyes and sigh in frustration, then open them and gaze at the soft orange glow of the dawning sky and its puffy white clouds. It's a perfect morning, too perfect.
I'm sat on the middle plank of a rickety bridge that is no longer used. My legs are swinging over the edge where less than seven inches below (yes I have counted. What else was I supposed to do in my spare time?) a river intensely thunders below me. The sound is deafening, but I relish it for I cannot hear my loud thoughts resounding inside my head. Because I know, I know, that everyone that I have ever met, ever seen and more are going to die again today.
I whine as my face drops into my hands and I break into desperate sobs. Not being able to tell anybody about this is hard, because no one will understand and they'll write me down as insane. I scream out in pure grief until my throat is so raw it hurts to breathe. Then I snarl in rage as I furiously wipe my eyes to get rid of the remaining tears.
It's time I stopped this time loop of forever yesterdays. And I will do everything in my power to untie this knot I'm in and set myself free.
The End.
Author's note- sorry if I made you more depressed or ruined your mood.
