(( Continued. ))

"Yes, infected... You might be hungry, come." My mother led me away from my room and into the kitchen. It only slightly different, new curtains, painted, and used. Completely opposite from my room. I sat down and she served me food that she seemed to prepare not too long ago, and I hesitantly ate, figuring that whatever this was might've been breakfast, and it didn't taste bad.

When I was halfway done with my meal the piercing silence was broken by her voice, and when she spoke she seemed to regret speaking. "You see... You're in the past. Someone sent you here to fix your life, yet you're never going back to the future. You died there, an accident. I mean, you might go back if you fix the situation... But..." She trailed off, her tired gaze shifting to the windows. It was bright outside, seeming to be only about seven in the morning. "See, since you were sent here your life is shortening yet again... Being so close to your past self is tearing up your existence, starting from the inside out."

"Where am I?"

"You? Oh, your past self... My daughter... She's in the computer room, I turned it into a smaller place so she could look out the window, but now she has grown blind and I had to cover her mouth... She's constantly screaming in pain."

This shocked me, I abruptly stopped shoveling the substance on my plate to my mouth, and I stared at her dumbfounded. "Why aren't I in that bad of shape?"

"She expected you to come, and expected that she wouldn't survive, she's trying to take this strong."

We kept talking, I kept asking questions. My mother told me how she kept the door halfway open, just in case the child in that room would need her... She also told me about fixing everything, about how I could stop the pain, about how I couldn't regret what I did in the future... That is, doing nothing with my life. I realized that I wasted it all, all of those years flew by quickly and after the accident my days were gone, and my soul felt a regret that no other human being could withstand.

The desire to be a new person, a better one, grew. I asked my mother if I could go see her, go see me... She shook her head. "Having you this close to her is already causing you this much pain, no?"

How did this woman know so much, how was I here? This wasn't even possible... This had to be a dream.

~Fast Forward~

There as a knock at the door, it took seconds before I found myself in front of it, and suddenly I felt fear. I didn't want to open the door, I felt like there was something dangerous and threatening behind it. Still, my hand moved towards the knob, twisting it and yanking the door open. My heart jumped to my throat as I stared down at this... This small animal... It stared at me with red eyes, and it looked like it resembled a raccoon. It ran past my legs, towards the computer room. The computer room.

I quickly stumbled to it, feeling this overwhelming pain shatter my movement capabilities... But still I forcefully moved my body towards this room. My mom stared at me from the hall, tears streaming down her face. Why wasn't she helping?! I screamed to her, telling her about this raccoon... This demon thing that was running towards me, the one in the computer room. She just stared...

Once I was close enough to the room I pushed the door open with the little energy I had left, I wasn't screaming for help anymore, I was screaming in pain... Yet once that door was open...

Everything, the pain, the house... Seemed to disappear. It was just the computer room, with a stuffed raccoon doll on the ground, and my young self staring at me with gentle, happy eyes.

"You did it," she said, and when I looked behind me I realized that my mother wasn't my mother. She looked like a dark shadowy creature, and I was unable to see her facial features. "You died once more, but only to live again.. In my world."

"Live again?"

"Yes... Welcome. "

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(( K, yeah, I don't understand it but this was my dream. xD ... Sorry if it's long again. Just felt like I needed to finish. ))