Stuck in the Past

It was morning again. The water tingled my feet. My neck had a bunch of scratches on the side of it. I was not doing so well here. I sank myself down to get use to the water's temperature. It was in between cold and somewhat warm. I decided that it would be best to get used to it. You never know maybe it'll be like this every morning. Or forever. I swam underneath the house. I should probably do some swimming for exercise. I decided to do two laps around the house. I swim back underneath the house, and I have a strong feeling that someone is watching me. I quickly swim up to the hole in the base. The ends of the wood are very sharp, and my waist got me stuck. I struggle to get loose. No, I need to get out of this mess. I tried to push down on the would to try to break free. I did not succeed. Whatever lies beneath me I could not see. I soon realized that I run out of air. The struggle continues. I tried to wiggle myself out until the blur of my vision turns red. I feel pain at my waist, and I became dizzy while my eyes start to close. This is it. I wake up breathing hard, and hit my head on the ledge above me. I blink fast, and shake my head wildly. I try to get up, but stop fast as I feel pain at my hips.

"Ouch," I said.

I looked at my waist. Gashes like claw marks cover it. They had blue lines on the inside that I could see beneath the blood. Blue and yellow. They looked almost like a plastic thread underneath my scab, and underneath the blood. It kind of reminded me of Beef Jerky. I look at my wrist, and I see a tattoo of a wine bottle half filled with sea water. I could feel my eyebrows forming into a puzzled expression. I feel like I've seen it before. Mariah, I could here the presence speaking my name. Probably just the wind swaying against the sea. I looked at the walls again. Most of the pictures were faded. I glanced at the ceiling, and I saw a opened crack on the wooden ceiling. I tilted my head, and reached toward the slightly unbalanced crack in the wall. I tried to open it, and finally succeeded after wasting all of my energy. Half of a book stuck out from the opening. I pulled it down, and swam to the broken bookshelf where I could sit. I opened it to the first page.

Dear Reader, my parents are fighting, but I don't know what to do. I tried to reunite them, but it's no use. I feel like this is past, or like I'm from a different world. Somewhere when I'm older. I feel like being younger in this position is a dream, or a flashback with me as first person again. Sincerely, Becca.

 "This is her, but the girl in the picture," I whispered to myself.

I could see a picture of the two twins on the other half of the page. The caption read: Becca and Cylebell. (Sigh-la-bell) They looked so happy in that picture. I turned to the next page.

Dear Reader, I feel like my life will end soon. I am in the middle of the sea, and there is a big storm. I can hardly breathe, nor write. The waves are very high. Please whoever gets this find Becca, and I beg you to give this to her. Please! Sincerely, Cylebell.

They're just like us. They must've gotten out of it somehow. Now I feel even worse. I need to find Becca. Maybe she is the one to answer my questions. She was the one I was looking for all along not Alexis, or maybe it was all three! Becca, Alexis, and Cylebell. It was just me jumping to conclusions though, for I would probably find out soon enough. I was about to close the book, but the wind swept through the pages making the book turn to it's center. There was a ripped out page stuck between the threading in the middle of the book. I pulled it away from it's stance. It would rip with two much force and pressure, but I managed it gingerly. I opened it with caution, and read it.

Before you will read this I would like you to know that Becca doesn't know the following information. If you happen to see her tell her that I meant to tell her, but I thought it was just a bit too soon. My family had ripped apart just as Becca had told you, but that was not just the beginning. It started with our older sister. Her name was Stelestia. Stelestia would always get pushed and shoved around by her father. One day she was very proud of herself for kissing her crush on the cheek. She was normally bullied, and she was very shy. Her crush was a girl named Meredith. Her father would not allow this.

He said, "No daughter or catholic of mine shall be gay. It is just nonsense, and they shall not be provided for."

She ran up stairs. Her mother slapped her father straight across the face for saying such things to his daughter. Becca and I were only two years old. Three months away from turning three years old. For three to five months she started dating boys, so that her dad would not abuse her anymore. After this continued she wanted to live her own life, and not let people tell her, her own feelings. She didn't care that people made fun of her for being honest with others and herself. She stuck up for herself. Shortly after the disapproval of her father he had done something terrible. It was all over, but the mystery man remained a secret. Someone had murdered two parents of a 15 year old girl name Meredith. The girl was devastated. For the sake of Meredith’s devastation Stelestia committed a suicidal act. The next morning her mother found Stelestia with a ring neck choker very tight around her neck, and in the pool that was filled with blood and nails. The mother had glanced up at the window to see the screen broke and hanging right off the edge of it. This was all because of a forbidden love that could not be provided for. All it takes it a quick judgement, or a negative glance to set someone on an edge of a water pipe 100 ft above the ground. Just a snap of their fingers, and they jump. With care, Cylebell.

"People really need to know feelings are real, and what you say doesn't just damage their feelings it can be a whole lot more," I said to myself.

I wanted to know more. Maybe she was facing the same situation of being stuck as the younger version of ourselves. I was flipping to a different page when I saw this.

Dear Reader,

I keep having dreams about the future. My first dream was about two twins. They were stuck in the same situation as me. It all seems so real. I feel like there's a purpose to their "message". Can you help me figure this out? Sincerely Becca and Cylebell.

"So they knew we were coming?" I questioned myself.

Here I was in the past. As my younger self. I was reading stories in the past from people in an even farther past who were writing in that past about there past dreams about the future which is now in the past being read in past time. Wow, that's confusing. Now all I have to do is find my sister in this past time, find two sisters from an even farther past in my past, fix all of the past's problems, find out about myself in the past, and get out of the past and back into my "future" which was really reality. Not too much right? I closed the book and dug farther into the hidden shelf. I felt a round can, and pulled it out. I opened it with such struggle, but opened it far enough just too see sliced corn that actually looked fresh. I dumped some into my hand, and placed the silver can on top of the windowsill. I ate. I found more. I ate more. I ate until I was full after I found there was about five hundred more cans of corn in that shelf. The shelf went a long way. Probably filled the whole roof. I wondered what else lurked up there. I just needed to dig deeper.

The wind went brushing against the house. It took little slivers and scraps of wood off of the house. The house started the shake to the hum of a low tuned motor. It shook the waters. A loud and low hum. The sound must've been coming from a large boat. I thought I saw something written about a slight experience maybe a dream of the tragedy of the titanic death doors. Those doors were always open. That can't be. The titanic sunk in 1912. How old were they? It had said during the same position they were our age, eleven, so how did this all end up? So they must be about 73 now since the year is 1974. They said it was a vision. All of us twins with connections have visions not dreams. No matter how bad or good the vision might be it is called no other than what I see. That afternoon I went for a swim. I tried to swim half my energy out. I would always top for a couple seconds to look for the bottle. That was my first priority. The reason for wasting only half of my energy was because I had to go back, and that would take the other half of my energy away from me. I would rest to the nearest island. Which looked to be quiet small. Maybe eleven meters by ten meters long. I swim up to it's shoreline. I pull myself

 onto the cold wet sand. The trees were swaying to the right because of the cold winds. It was a medium color of darkness that only an evening sky could make eery along with the cold chill of the wind. I sink my feet into the sand with my fists clenching in a sand pile.

I look around, and I find a fish in a dug pile of sand. I don't no whether to eat it from me starving or to give it a chance to live by setting it back into the water. I pick it up, and the fish starts wiggling. I carefully set it into the water, but it sinks and bleeds. I dive in to bring it back to the shore. I look into its eyes, or eye rather. It looked like it was forever full of suffering and pain. I have no choice, but to eat the poor suffering fish. With hesitation I rip into its gut and squeeze its heart. I start crying.

"I really had no choice," I cried looking up to the sky.

I start feeling alone so I pulled my legs up to my head so I could rest after I had eaten the fish's origins. It tasted terrible, but still good enough to live. I had to save my family.

Chapter 9: Mariah

I woke up only to find a surprise to the weather. It was sunny, and it was very much alive that day. I felt very parch. The area was filled with all sorts of wildlife, and amazing creatures. I got up stretching in a tired format shaping in the form of a really tightened "v". I got up thinking what kind of breakfast I should cook myself that afternoon. I could've went all the way back to the house to get corn, but I decided not to waste my energy. Instead I would find the food myself. It would've been a challenge if I hadn't seen a whale floating in the sea. Birds were flying in circles around the feast. Enough meat for the other forces of nature and I for maybe about three weeks. I looked around trying to find something to carry the meat back to the small island with. I started picking the biggest leafs off of the tree, and I tied them together along with threads of seaweed. I then made a green bag filled with knots. I tested it by putting a lot of sticks in it. It was tight enough.

I dove back into the sea, but the closer I swam to the whale the cloudier and colder it seemed to get. I felt like something lurked in the sea that afternoon. I could feel the presence of something that I would most likely not going to like. The water beneath me got darker. I knew something was beneath me. The shadow got larger. I tried swimming faster toward the whale's fin. I

 pulled myself up grabbing onto a loose part of the rubber skin where the origins showed. I crawled to the middle. The shadow got large, and jumped out trying to bite into the whale's side. I slipped, and I put my foot right in the position of the shark's shadow. It was bigger than a Great White, but definitely way too small for a Megalodon. Surviving on food was one thing (that I could now pull off thanks to the whale), but surviving by shark was another. Was there some other way I could pass on the shark, and still get the food?

The dark shadow kept swimming in slow circles about ten feet under the whale. I bet the birds above could hear my stomach rumble from a mile height. I started digging into the whales organs only to find a glass wine bottle filled halfway with water.

"Not this again," I shouted.

A seagull squawked behind me. I screamed. It had scared me nearly to death, at least it wasn't the shark this time.

"Get away! Get! Shoo! Go tell your flock to circle something else!" I hissed.

I waved my hand to try to scare it away. He didn't move, nor did he blink.

His wing was broken, and his entire body had bloody scratched about an inch long each. He looked at me with pain as silent as the dead whale floating upon the water. I felt so bad. I ripped off a piece of fresh meat from the whale, and I fed it to him. He ate it as if he had not eaten for days. He begged for more. I reached down for a bigger piece. I couldn't believe my eyes. I turned to get myself a piece of meat, and the six by ten inch piece was missing.

"You must be really hungry," I said.

It started to thunder. The bird came up, and cuddled my lap. The shark had swam away. This was my chance. I placed the seagull on my head. Then I dove back in, and started swimming with the bird, and the bag full of meat. The water became darker, as if a shadow was swimming towards us. I looked away, and I swam with all of my energy. There was a near by rock. I started to crawl up upon it, but my foot got stuck in the coral. The seagull had already gotten onto the rock, but unfortunately I dropped the sinking food as I attempted to free my foot. It got loose, and I pulled as hard as I could. I dive back under to catch the food. I was about to swim up when I saw the shark look down from above. I looked to my right, and saw a group of Jellyfish. I took the risk.

return.

"What happened to you," I asked not expecting a squawk in

 I swam right through them. The pain in my legs from their sting slowed me down. Blood started forming around me. The sharks eyes lit up. It suddenly became stronger, and didn't hesitate to go through the Jellyfish. They formed a tunnel around them hurting the shark, but that didn't stop him. I swam back to the rock with the bag tied to my left wrist. My side got scratched by the coral. The shark was just behind me, and bit onto the coral. It lost his tooth, and had seven inch cuts on the bottom of his face. This plan almost worked, but not quite.

I thought about Abigail. How was she while I was stuck here in this past. It for sure wasn't mine, for if it was I think I would've remembered it. I started thinking about Derick, his family, and my own. How did this all fit together? I hope this all ended soon. The only thing wrong with this situation was the fact that there was a possibility of this changing my future. Not seeing Alexis would probably mean this too. Forgetting might be the only goal this trip would give me, eventually.