The timer went off and I knew it was ready. I stood up, and I poured the ramen out of the pan and into the bowl. I sighed, knowing my time was soon over. As I poured the ramen in my bowl, I knew it was soon time to go back to the past. Back to 15 year old me. I poured the flavor packet in my bowl. I stirred it, and I took it outside. As I sit in the flower field, I slowly ate it and counted my seconds left in this peaceful future. 5, 4, 3, 2..1.
In this world, whenever someone turns 15, they swap bodies with their self from 10 years in the future for an hour. My name is Robin, and I’m 15. My time in the future is up. It was nice and peaceful. Nobody was there, so I got to enjoy some time alone. But sadly, my time has come to and end.
As I felt the peacefulness of the future fade away, i heard the first thing of my present invade into my world. A loud banging noise. It sounded like someone banging on wood. A wooden wall? Wait, no.. a door. As my present leaks into my consciousness, I find myself in a familiar environment. My room. The door is locked, and there is a loud banging noise.
“ROBIN. HUNNY. OPEN THE DOOR.” My mom yelled, panicked.
I took a step back. My mom was never angry. Never. I feel my phone in my hand, which I slip into my pocket. I hear my dog whimpering and barking. I turn around and walk towards Fluff, my dog. I walk up to him and go to pet him, thinking he is startled by the banging. I go to pet him, and I feel a sharp pain. He bit me. He never bites. And this wasn’t just a playful bite.
“Robin.. you monster. Open this door.. RIGHT NOW.” My mom yelled.
I looked around in a panic. My mom never thought of me that way.. never. And then I saw it. My sister. I run to her in a panic. Her lifeless body lay on the floor in a bloody mess. I check her pulse.
I step back. What the hell happened. I start to sob. My dog barks louder, my sisters blood spills more out on the floor, my mom bangs on my door so hard it’s about to be busted open. I get dizzy, and everything starts spinning. My door is cracked and is about to break. In a panicked state, i rush to the window and open it. I jumped out and ran behind the house and hid. I got more and more dizzy and everything was spinning around me. My moms words spun through my mind. A monster. That’s what I am, huh? That’s what I’ll become. A monster. Everything got blurry, and I collapsed into a bush.
I woke up to a large headache, and a bunch of pain, like I fell asleep in a bunch of needles. Everything was blurry, and my head throbbed like it was going to explode. I felt around me, no idea where I was. Everything I touched hurt me. I struggled to breathe. I kicked around and rolled until I fell out. I looked around, everything was a bright radiating blur. I looked to what I fell out of, a bush. I stood up, dizzy. I walked around, trying not to fall. Everything around me was blurry, but was getting better. Everything ached. I walked, and eventually stumbled into an alleyway. I recognized this alleyway, I’d always stumble in here on the way home from school, always 1 or 2 drug dealers in here. But this time it was empty and silent. The silence surrounded me and pounded in my ears. I limped around. I leaned against a wall. What the hell did my future self do? I try and recollect what happened, how I got in that bush. I got dizzy, it was bright, and everything just.. stopped. I realized, I passed out. I twisted my ankle in the fall. But my thoughts were interrupted by footsteps. I’m not sure why, but I felt the need to hide. I jumped into a dumpster. I winced in pain but kept quiet. I tried to climb to the top of the trash, but I felt a sharp pain from my ankle which invaded into the rest of my body. I fell back into the trash with a loud thump, and I heard someone yell.
“WHO’S THERE?” A man yelled. He sounded like he was in his 30s.
I stayed quiet. My entire body ached for me to scream, to yell, to die. But I didn’t. I just cried. I kept my cries quiet and to myself. But I kept crying. I thought about it. I’m a criminal. I obviously.. murdered my sister. I’m on the run, hiding in a dumpster with a twisted ankle with a man about to find me. But instead of the dumpster opening, instead of a man digging in the trash and finding me, I heard someone collapse. I dug to the top of the trash, trying to breathe. Trying to live, and not suffocate in this dumpster. I climbed through the trash, drinks and food spilling all over me. It stunk. I could barely breathe. I started to panic, knowing that soon I would die. I would die a criminal, never to be found again in a trash can. And then, I felt something metal on my hand. I pushed at it, and it slightly opened. I pushed on it with both hands, and it cracked open. I felt it, fresh air. I gasped for the fresh air, trying to get as much of it as I could. I saw outside, it was bright even for an alleyway. I poked my head out, and I saw the man. A police officer. He was collapsed on the ground, bleeding out. He had a paper in his hands. I crawled out as much as I could trying not to fall, but I lost my grip and fell hard on the ground. I heard a small snap, and I sobbed. I crawled over to the paper the man was holding, and grabbed it from his cold hands. I looked at it.
Robin Brown: Wanted dead or alive.
I dropped it. I tore it. I crawled away, backing myself in a corner. I’m a monster. A murderer. I murdered my sweet, innocent 8 year old sister. I killed her. She was sweet and innocent and I loved her so much. I didn’t even get to say goodbye before she died. My head ached, my ribs broken, my ankle twisted.
I remember. I had put my phone in my pocket. Maybe, it can help me figure out what the hell is going on. I opened my phone and entered my password, my tears dripping on my phone and the cold ground.
It only got worse. Everything on the internet, was just.. me. Thousands of pictures of me. People saying I killed their families. Innocent little 8 year old girls saying they saw me murder their families while she hid in the closet. My old 52 year old neighbor John who loved when I cooked for him, claiming I killed his wife. Everywhere saying I killed thousands. Millions. 86% of the population was gone and it was my fault. I was the monster.
My tears dropped everywhere. I don’t understand. I’m a monster. A murderer. My service went out, and I threw my phone and broke it. I sobbed, isolating myself more in the corner. I hate this, I hate myself. Im a monster, a murderer. I killed my sister. Thousands, Millions dead and it was my fault.
How could my future self murder 86% of the population in an hour? And why..? My 8 year old sister did nothing.
-10 Years Later-
I walked down the cold alleyway, my loud and heavy footsteps echoing. All alone. I walked back to my house, nobody walking the streets. Nobody talking their dog on a walk. Nobody in the homes. Just me.
I walked into my home and stepped into the kitchen. I sat down in a chair, and sighed.
And then I started counting. 5,4,3,2..1.
And suddenly, I’m back to the past. Before any of this happened.
“Hello!! You must be older Robin!” Annabella yelled. “That’s so cool!! What’s the future like?” I smiled. The dog, curled up on the side of my bed snored. I walked up to my sister. I held her in my arms. She giggled. “Yay!! Hugs!!” I smiled, and held her in my arms.
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Reply to [WP] when you turn 15 you get body swapped with yourself from 10 years in the future for an hour . When you visit yours the future seems peaceful but upon returning you find 86% of the population of earth was killed , all the media blames you as the culprit. by HiimHailey22
The timer went off and I knew it was ready. I stood up, and I poured the ramen out of the pan and into the bowl. I sighed, knowing my time was soon over. As I poured the ramen in my bowl, I knew it was soon time to go back to the past. Back to 15 year old me. I poured the flavor packet in my bowl. I stirred it, and I took it outside. As I sit in the flower field, I slowly ate it and counted my seconds left in this peaceful future. 5, 4, 3, 2..1.
In this world, whenever someone turns 15, they swap bodies with their self from 10 years in the future for an hour. My name is Robin, and I’m 15. My time in the future is up. It was nice and peaceful. Nobody was there, so I got to enjoy some time alone. But sadly, my time has come to and end.
As I felt the peacefulness of the future fade away, i heard the first thing of my present invade into my world. A loud banging noise. It sounded like someone banging on wood. A wooden wall? Wait, no.. a door. As my present leaks into my consciousness, I find myself in a familiar environment. My room. The door is locked, and there is a loud banging noise.
“ROBIN. HUNNY. OPEN THE DOOR.” My mom yelled, panicked.
I took a step back. My mom was never angry. Never. I feel my phone in my hand, which I slip into my pocket. I hear my dog whimpering and barking. I turn around and walk towards Fluff, my dog. I walk up to him and go to pet him, thinking he is startled by the banging. I go to pet him, and I feel a sharp pain. He bit me. He never bites. And this wasn’t just a playful bite.
“Robin.. you monster. Open this door.. RIGHT NOW.” My mom yelled.
I looked around in a panic. My mom never thought of me that way.. never. And then I saw it. My sister. I run to her in a panic. Her lifeless body lay on the floor in a bloody mess. I check her pulse.
I step back. What the hell happened. I start to sob. My dog barks louder, my sisters blood spills more out on the floor, my mom bangs on my door so hard it’s about to be busted open. I get dizzy, and everything starts spinning. My door is cracked and is about to break. In a panicked state, i rush to the window and open it. I jumped out and ran behind the house and hid. I got more and more dizzy and everything was spinning around me. My moms words spun through my mind. A monster. That’s what I am, huh? That’s what I’ll become. A monster. Everything got blurry, and I collapsed into a bush.
I woke up to a large headache, and a bunch of pain, like I fell asleep in a bunch of needles. Everything was blurry, and my head throbbed like it was going to explode. I felt around me, no idea where I was. Everything I touched hurt me. I struggled to breathe. I kicked around and rolled until I fell out. I looked around, everything was a bright radiating blur. I looked to what I fell out of, a bush. I stood up, dizzy. I walked around, trying not to fall. Everything around me was blurry, but was getting better. Everything ached. I walked, and eventually stumbled into an alleyway. I recognized this alleyway, I’d always stumble in here on the way home from school, always 1 or 2 drug dealers in here. But this time it was empty and silent. The silence surrounded me and pounded in my ears. I limped around. I leaned against a wall. What the hell did my future self do? I try and recollect what happened, how I got in that bush. I got dizzy, it was bright, and everything just.. stopped. I realized, I passed out. I twisted my ankle in the fall. But my thoughts were interrupted by footsteps. I’m not sure why, but I felt the need to hide. I jumped into a dumpster. I winced in pain but kept quiet. I tried to climb to the top of the trash, but I felt a sharp pain from my ankle which invaded into the rest of my body. I fell back into the trash with a loud thump, and I heard someone yell.
“WHO’S THERE?” A man yelled. He sounded like he was in his 30s.
I stayed quiet. My entire body ached for me to scream, to yell, to die. But I didn’t. I just cried. I kept my cries quiet and to myself. But I kept crying. I thought about it. I’m a criminal. I obviously.. murdered my sister. I’m on the run, hiding in a dumpster with a twisted ankle with a man about to find me. But instead of the dumpster opening, instead of a man digging in the trash and finding me, I heard someone collapse. I dug to the top of the trash, trying to breathe. Trying to live, and not suffocate in this dumpster. I climbed through the trash, drinks and food spilling all over me. It stunk. I could barely breathe. I started to panic, knowing that soon I would die. I would die a criminal, never to be found again in a trash can. And then, I felt something metal on my hand. I pushed at it, and it slightly opened. I pushed on it with both hands, and it cracked open. I felt it, fresh air. I gasped for the fresh air, trying to get as much of it as I could. I saw outside, it was bright even for an alleyway. I poked my head out, and I saw the man. A police officer. He was collapsed on the ground, bleeding out. He had a paper in his hands. I crawled out as much as I could trying not to fall, but I lost my grip and fell hard on the ground. I heard a small snap, and I sobbed. I crawled over to the paper the man was holding, and grabbed it from his cold hands. I looked at it.
I dropped it. I tore it. I crawled away, backing myself in a corner. I’m a monster. A murderer. I murdered my sweet, innocent 8 year old sister. I killed her. She was sweet and innocent and I loved her so much. I didn’t even get to say goodbye before she died. My head ached, my ribs broken, my ankle twisted.
I remember. I had put my phone in my pocket. Maybe, it can help me figure out what the hell is going on. I opened my phone and entered my password, my tears dripping on my phone and the cold ground.
It only got worse. Everything on the internet, was just.. me. Thousands of pictures of me. People saying I killed their families. Innocent little 8 year old girls saying they saw me murder their families while she hid in the closet. My old 52 year old neighbor John who loved when I cooked for him, claiming I killed his wife. Everywhere saying I killed thousands. Millions. 86% of the population was gone and it was my fault. I was the monster.
My tears dropped everywhere. I don’t understand. I’m a monster. A murderer. My service went out, and I threw my phone and broke it. I sobbed, isolating myself more in the corner. I hate this, I hate myself. Im a monster, a murderer. I killed my sister. Thousands, Millions dead and it was my fault.
How could my future self murder 86% of the population in an hour? And why..? My 8 year old sister did nothing.
-10 Years Later- I walked down the cold alleyway, my loud and heavy footsteps echoing. All alone. I walked back to my house, nobody walking the streets. Nobody talking their dog on a walk. Nobody in the homes. Just me.
I walked into my home and stepped into the kitchen. I sat down in a chair, and sighed.
And then I started counting. 5,4,3,2..1.
And suddenly, I’m back to the past. Before any of this happened.
“Hello!! You must be older Robin!” Annabella yelled. “That’s so cool!! What’s the future like?” I smiled. The dog, curled up on the side of my bed snored. I walked up to my sister. I held her in my arms. She giggled. “Yay!! Hugs!!” I smiled, and held her in my arms.
Time to repeat history.