I looked back before I walked in the house, but apparently that guard had left a long time ago; And all I see was the emptiness of the streets; Where it has nothing but fallen leaves and the sound of the wind.
"*Sigh* whatever, I'll just go back inside..."
As I walked down the hall, towards "my" bedroom, tears started to drop down my eyes and down to my jawline. I don't even know why, but apparently I just felt like it. It continued on as I walk in my bedroom, lay on the bed, stared at the ceiling. It felt like an eternity of nightmare. One's that started and never will stop.
On for a while, as I cried, I wondered,
"What if I could never go back? What if I died? What if nobody remembered me? How can I ever possibly go back? Why am I here? Just...why? Why is it me who is stuck here, and not somebody else?" Nothing made sense. And nothing will ever make sense.
"If I couldn't go back, I'll force myself to. And if I wouldn't be able to do that, I'll force myself to live here, as a fake self, until I find a way to go back."
And that night was quiet, filled with the sound of crickets singing, winds blowing, and my breath, that filled the air. And soon, I fell asleep.
YOU ARE READING
Time Tangled
Historical FictionZoey was getting ready for her first day of school when she suddenly fell down the stairs and woke up in the ancient Tang Dynasty. Never in Zoey's life would she imagine that an accidental time traveling experience could alter her life and connect t...
