In a Flash

In a Flash 

I don’t know how this happened to me. It all came too quickly. It shouldn’t have happened. None of this should have happened. I don’t know if I can fix this. I don’t know. Now, I was slowly walking towards a person called the guidance counselor. I already knew all the questions she was going to ask me. She won’t be able to help me. I have a bigger problem. This feeling of unsureness is really starting to bother me. Every turn has a dangerous pathway. There is no light ahead. Just corners everywhere you see, surrounding you, and not trying to let you escape. There is no use of crying for help, because there won’t be anyone to save you. All alone in the dark and hoping for the best is all you can do. But deep down, you know that you are in grave danger, and you can’t do anything to prevent it.  

1 week ago... 

“I really wish I could know everything that is going to be happen, before it even does... too bad that only happens in sci-fi movies and books.” I said. 

“You mean like a superhero, or a psychic? Yeah, that would be amazing! You could prevent yourself from getting into trouble or get yourself ready for the next amazing thing happening to you!” told my friend. 

Thinking back, I wish my entire life that I had never ever said that. Now, I am in grave danger because I said that. I really hate that moment in my life. (Plus, I didn’t really remember this though, my friend had suggested the reason why this happened to me was probably because I said that.) 

“Did you turn in your homework?” my teacher asked me. 

“This would have been a perfect opportunity to use that psychic power I wish I had...” I whispered to my friend. 

“Well, you have to deal with it. This isn’t the first time you forgot to do your homework, so just tell her the truth.” my friend advised.  

I gulped down from terror. My throat parched. My body froze. 

“I... I had done my homework, but I lost it somewhere. I remember bringing it to school this morning but then I...” right when I was wrapping up my dilemma when the teacher talked over me. 

“This isn’t the first time you have said this excuse. Now I am afraid I must do something. None of this was supposed to happen if you, young girl, would ever so focus in my class and what your responsibilities are. I must have a talk with your parents and you. Come to me in the principal's office and then only you can come to my class, do you understand?” my teacher had asked me, looking furiously down at me.  

“I... I am so sorry. I really didn’t want things to end up here to. Please, you really must believe me this time. It isn’t like the other times, I swear. I did do my homework last night and put it in my folder to hand it in to you today. Please I am really telling the truth. Can I get a second chance to do the homework? If you want, I will do it in front of you so that you get enough proof...please?" I begged. 

“No. I have given you 40 chances and each time I have; you have misused it. How can I trust you again? Don’t answer this question, it is a rhetorical question, you would know that if you properly listen to my class.” my teacher told me. 

I had felt bad that day. Of course, I had never meant to miss out her homework. I thought hard about it.  

“Now, I wish I had that superpower. I want to erase my treacherous past, and only focus on my future. But, that’s silly. It will never happen all I can do know is sulk about and hope for the best tomorrow.” 

Some days later... 

“RING!! RING!!”  

The alarm clock rang. 

“What! Where... where am I? What is this? What am I laying on? Most importantly, what was that horrendous sound? Was it an evil alien, alarming us that soon they were going to conquer the world?” I had started to panic hard and was nervous.  

Soon, a strange lady had come to the door, and I knew this was going to happen. Watch, in another 5 minutes, that strange lady was going to yell at me. Then, after that, I would go to a place called “School”. I don’t know what that is, but still I was sure that this was going to happen. But... how did I know that all of this was going to happen? I was unsure of that. 

“Wake up! Come on, you need to go to school!” the lady had yelled, just like I expected it to happen.  

I was confused. Scared. I was feeling reluctant to talk back to her, but I did it anyway, because my brain had already told me I was going to do that. 

“Who...who are you? Where am I? What is this “school” that you keep mentioning about?” I asked. 

The strange lady looked furious at me. Here came all the yelling. 

“I am tired of hearing your tricks and excuses for not remembering anything! Get off from this bed and get ready for school. Don’t play your silly tricks on me! I am your mother, and I know when you are trying to trick me.” she scoffed. 

I didn’t know what was happening to me! What is “mother”? Why does that lady behave this way to me? How did I get stuck here? There were so many unanswered questions. The main question is, who am I? Do I have a name?  

My awkward brain was trying to tell me something, and I squeezed my eyes shut. Oh no. This couldn’t possibly happen. I was going to make a fool of myself in the place everyone kept mentioning, school. Even worse, I was going to be sent to some type of counselor who I had to visit every week. My life had just started getting miserable.  

What was I going to do? I don't know anything that is happening around me. It's like I am seeing this world for the first time. I wasn't feeling great. Every time I try to think something that happened a few seconds ago, I can't remember. I knew I wasn't going to escape this trap.

It is like I can only see the future, not recollect the past. Oh no...