My mom died when I was five. My dad has been blaming me ever since because I wanted my mom to get me my teddy bear that I accidentally left out side of the gates of our kingdom, Zorac. He's been abusing me ever since. One time when he chocked me until I almost knocked out and I held out my hand and found myself in my room unharmed. No bruises. No cuts. And no red marks. I knew something was up. I found out I could reverse time.Atribusi Creative Commons (CC)