𝐝𝐞𝐣𝐚 𝐯𝐮 , 𝟖𝟎𝐬

5 = encountering death

i stared at my pretzel jami knocked out my hands that was now laying on the elevator floor.

"that could've been our only food! who knows how long we'll be stuck in here!"

jami rolled her eyes at me with her arms crossed over her chest, "good, maybe i'll starve to death and then i'll be free from enduring this any longer."

"what do you hate me for? i'm not the one who told an interviewer jason and i had "sexual relations." i held up air quotes, "which in fact was a lie!"

"oh, please. you're telling me you and him never did anything together?"

i could've just said we didn't, but i have a bad trait of wanting to make people jealous. so instead, i said, "well at the time it was a lie."

"exactly." she rolled her eyes again, "so did he lie to me about you dying or what?"

i slid down to the floor, sitting with my back against the wall, "oh, no. i did die. i only came back here last week."

she looked at me like i was crazy.

"and it's not some ghost shit or came back from the dead, buried alive shit either."

"then what the hell is it? if jason knows, why can't i?"

i huffed out air, "if i tell you, how will i know i can trust you not to tell anyone? also, it's not like you're gonna believe me anyway."

"i won't tell anyone!" she basically pleaded.

"no interviewers, no friends, no strangers, no one. everyone else has been able to keep it a secret."

her eyebrows furrowed, "other people beside jason know?"

"just the coreys and our friend jake."

we sat in silence for a few seconds.

"well, are you gonna tell me or what?" she annoyingly asked.

i sighed, picking at a loose string on my black knee high socks.

"car accident, coma, time travel." i quickly said, "you put the rest together."

jami looked at me with focused eyes as she sat across from me. i could see she was trying to connect the dots in her head, but after about 30 seconds she just laughed.

"time travel?"

i didn't say anything or make any movements as she continued to laugh.

"you want me to believe you're a time traveller? god, brandy i always thought you were a little crazy but this just really proves it."

i rolled my eyes.

"you're just making up some crazy story to cover up that you really faked your death!"

"oh my god!" i groaned, "i didn't fake my death!"

"so what, in that order you got into a car accident, ended up in a coma and then ... time travelled?"

"yup."

she shook her head in disbelief, "from what year?"

"2018."

"twenty what?"

"two thousand and eighteen." i had to spell it out for her. i guess for someone in the 1980s, hearing a year start with the word 'twenty' would be unimaginable for them.