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You were dead. Well, technically you were dead, but at least not anymore. You died on a bench 3 blocks away from your apartment building watching the second season of Glee on your iPhone 6. A noble death, if you really think about it.
Then, seemingly seconds later, you were sitting half on a crying toddler's leg and a half on his frantic mother's. As most people would do you frenziedly jumped up and walked away from the family, confused at what had happened to get yourself in the position. You ran into your favorite ice cream place, only to look around and notice that it wasn't an ice cream place at all, it was a bar. A bar where several college students were staring at you.
And then one of them gets up and walks towards you "Ava?"
"Liz?" It was Liz. high-school Liz. Psychopath dad Liz. Liz. "I- I thought you moved to Ohio or something. And, um I thought you were seventeen."
"Yeah, I did but after I graduated High School I came back to NYC, to go to NYU."
"When did you graduate high school, and when did you turn 21?" You responded.
"I graduated high school four years ago and turned 21 last years. Um, why are you asking me this?" Liz replied quizzically.
"Um, that's impossible. Last time I checked you were born in 2001, and it's 2018." You exclaim chuckling slightly.
Your laughter is quickly ceased when you see Liz's facial expression. She whispers with horror two terrifying words: "It's 2023."
Your face drops and you go into shock, running out of the bar. "No, no, no, no, no, no." You say to yourself as you run into the street, looking around and noticing all the changes around you.
"Ava!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Liz screams at you.
"Peter." You whisper, then everything goes black.
The first thing you see when you open your eyes is a teenager wearing about 10,000 pounds of makeup scrolling through her phone about three feet away from you. The second thing you see is your mother, crying, and your father sobbing even louder.
"Y/F/N, look, oh my god she's awake!" Your mother exclaims, a brilliant smile plastered on her tear-stained face.
The teenager looks up, a tortured grimace of celebration resting on her features. "Your awake, you're finally awake." She whispers as if talking too loudly would put you back in your slumber.
You embrace your mother, then apprehensively ask her "Where am I, and who is she?"
The look on your family's face takes you back to that moment with Liz. It's 2023. It's been five years. Which must mean "Y/S/N?"
"Yeah, it's me. It's me." Y/S/N says.
"Y- you were 11, now y- you're-"
"Sixteen, yeah I know. Pretty crazy isn't it?" She exclaims a smirk on her face, attempting to mask her tears.
"N- no." You gulp "I- I'm older, why did this happen to me! What happened to me!"
Your parents silently sob as they watch tears roll down your face- but you don't care, it was your life that was taken from you. Not theirs.
You lunge out of the bed and rip the door open, running for your life down the long hospital corridor, feeling the pain in your arms and legs; and the stabbing feeling in your gut.
You make it about ten paces before you fall to the floor in agony, realizing that you have just been hit by a car and that you really have no business sprinting.
