The streets were dark and illuminated, like the lights were there, but the light that left the lamp became nothing within a spilt second.
Her shoes scraped along the ground, the screams of rubber ringing in her ears after every step. The road was neverending - house after house, with dull, quiet, unnecessary people living inside them.
She expected to feel hopeless, like she should be slamming her fist onto the ground in fury until her knuckles bled. But she was numb. She felt nothing.
A car rumbled along the road, the fuel creating colourful dispersions as it drove. She didn't hide. The car contained two drunks who were soon to die in a slurred car accident. Even if they did see her nothing would happen.
She wasn't even surprised that she was in her own future. She had ran 25 years forward, into a future of indifference.
She tried to remember all that she could.
There was nothing.
But then she saw something. A home video. A family she thought she knew. And a baby she thought she was.
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The Price Of Humanity
JugendliteraturIn the year 1989, 13-year-old Arianna Morandi is not pleased with life, to say the least. But when she decides to end it all, she returns 25 years on as another 13-year-old Arianna Morandi, yet this time, she is alone and cannot remember anything be...
