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It happened one morning while I was at work, yet it did happen later. And
at the same time much earlier. Something had changed. Not the desk in
front of me or the meaningless workload on it. Not the co-workers milling
around like aimless ants. No. Something had changed within me.
A vibration buzzed through me that no one else noticed. And then, even
though I had never been blind, I could suddenly see. Details blossomed
around me. Lifting my hand I saw it in all its details. The smooth skin I
had when I had been thirteen and its gradual transformation to the
wrinkled patchy skin of someone one hundred years old.
I needed a moment to gather my thoughts and to really understand what
happened to me. Within me, a new sense unfolded and with it, knowledge
blossomed. I could feel myself swimming, no, drifting through time.
Why now was a question quickly losing its meaning. Over and over I could
feel myself in the past slowly discovering the same sense. My past self
from a week ago was distraught to find out about the messy break up with
my girlfriend. For me the painful past. For him the painful future.
I traveled further down the line. Stopping at important events in my life.
Two years ago when I didn't get the promotion. Further three years when I
started my current job. Switching from my previous job because this one
sounded better. Now I knew what a fool I have been and so did now knew my
past self just before handing in my resignation.
I drove in further and further. The barely made graduation from college.
The lonely times while I had been there. The moment I had left home to go
there and the last time I had seen my friends from high school. When I
noticed my life and its highlights neatly strung up, I saw for the first
time the downward spiral my life had taken. Ever since I had been thirteen
I had been bleeding happiness. Maybe that was the reason why my earliest
self to discover this time sense was the one celebrating his thirteenth
birthday.
But the answer why I now had this sense of time still eluded me and I had
the feeling I wouldn't find it in the past. I turned back towards the
future and slowly noticed something else. The further I traveled towards
my present the more scared my past selfs became. I knew part of the reason
too. They had explored the future past my present. Had seen what lay
beyond and it frightened them. With dread, I stepped past my own time and
looked in the future.
Myself from the next month was deep into grieving the loss of our parents.
Car accident. A tragedy. While this revelation shocked me I knew it hadn't
happened yet. Maybe when it was the time I could change it. First I had to
explore the rest of my future. I had to know what scared the many past
versions of myself.
What I found was disheartening. The downward spiral continued and I saw
myself stuck in my current job for decades. This meaningless job became my
sole anchor to the world. My social life dried out and slowly I saw myself
become bitter and resentful. Hating the world and the people in it, as
well as my past self.
It was no wonder it scared the ones of me from the past. It rattled me to
the bone too. Then there was a change. Seventy years old me found a group
of like-minded people. All filled with hate about their own past. Together
they researched what I now know as possible: the ability to change the
past.
It was when I explored my future past my seventies birthday that I found
it. A wall of darkness filled with pure hate. I knew what it was the
moment I saw it yet my mind refused to admit the truth. I saw myself. What
would become of me one day and it was the reason why I had now the sense
of time. It moved slowly backward in time.
Unlike myself, it wasn't just sensing. It was eating its own past.
Overwriting it with its own darkness. I saw it consume days and weeks of
my distant future. What was beyond was lost forever outside of my view.
Something rattled and shook my timeline. Glad for an excuse to leave this
dreaded thing behind I once again traveled with my sense into the past.
Though it turned out it was my close future that caused the quakes in my
timeline. It was my future self that grieved for my parents. He had
traveled to the past just like that monstrous thing of my far future had
been doing.
His actions caused a split, a new path, growing out of my timeline. He had
saved my parents by warning them, yet his actions brought only temporary
relief. Soon my parent's destiny caught up and they died again. I could
see the timeline branching out as time and time again my future self tried
to save them by traveling through time. It was a futile afford. Worse yet
was the consequence. Each branch and split ended in a rotten fruit.
Resulting in yet another wall of darkness to be born. Sometimes sooner.
Other times later.
With sorrow, I returned to my own time. Was it really so hopeless? No
matter what I did was I bound to become this vile evil darkness? I wasn't
caught long in my self-reflection. Something rattled my timeline yet
again. I couldn't leave it alone and had to find out. It was the branching
out timelines falling away as the wall of darkness swallowed the point of
the split.
I was terrified because it was already this close. With panic, I ran in
the only direction I could: my own past. I ignore my mistakes and regrets
along the way and barreled all the way through till my thirteenth
birthday. There I willed myself in place. Overriding my younger self.
It was strange having a young body again. Yet I barely noticed. I wasn't
saved yet. My family and friends, I hadn't seen in years, noticed my
strange behavior. Asked if I was alright because my face was so pale and I
was jittery in near panic. I couldn't explain to them that the future
darkness of myself was catching up with me. That I had only moments left
to do something.
My mind raced till I found the solution. I needed to create my own
timeline. Right here, at the earliest point that the darkness was willing
to travel. If I created my own branch here then maybe I was overlooked. To
create one I needed to do something that would have an impact. Something
to alter the events to follow.
Still thinking I collapsed to my knees. The strength left my young body.
Just before I fainted I was sure the darkness had found me.
I woke up two weeks later. Relieved, but confused. The doctors spoke of a
miracle. Never had they see something like me. A thirteen-year-old boy
suddenly switching genders. At first, I was just as confused as them. But
looking within myself I found the answer.
The darkness, my future self, needed to give his past selfs his own
ability in order to be able to travel back to that point in time. With it,
he gave the body a hidden command. To turn female after a few minutes. To
this day I don't know why my future self gave this hidden command. It
puzzled me for quite some time.
I have my guesses and the one making the most sense also scares me the
most. Hadn't my future self found like-minded compatriots? People as vile
as him with the very same regrets as himself? If he managed to give them a
ride to the past they would need bodies. And technically a female body
could 'produce' those.
While my parents tried to calm their thirteen-year-old boy turned girl my
real panic and distress came from another source. I was sure turning
female altered the timeline. I was in a branch of the original, but was I
safe? The fact that the darkness hadn't swallowed me yet gave me hope. But
what if in this timeline I turned into a new darkness?
Didn't I already have reason to resent my current life? After all, I had
turned into a girl against my own will. Then I found hope in a simple
thought: it all lay within my future choices. I could mope and be angry
and become the darkness again or I could embrace the change. Try to be
happy no matter what.
I shook off the boy to girl trauma with ease - startling my parents and
their hired shrink - and refocused my life. New me gave it all.
Not settling on just coping with becoming a girl I vowed to become the
best one. I immersed myself in all things feminine. Where I previously
shied away I pushed through. I had never been good at making friends. Now
I took every opportunity to make new ones. Not all worked out, but before
I knew what was happening I was the it-girl at school.
Surrounded by friends I was the one they looked up on. Be it my interest
with the latest fashion trends or that I acted so mature. If they only
knew how mature I really was. I even joined the cheerleading squad. It was
fitting really. I wanted to be happy - really needed to be - and making
others happy helped me to be happy too. It wasn't long before I
volunteered wherever I could. Some were hard work, but very rewarding.
I avoided past regrets by hard work too. My previous abysmal grades in
school gave way to A's and B's. This time around they were good enough to
get me into a university and later a sorority.
I was so lost in studies and making friends that I nearly missed him. The
one guy who did break through my dedication to studying and into my heart.
I was confused at first. In my old life I had been firmly into women and
now I was suddenly pining for a guy. It was the fear that rejecting him
would lead me to a missed opportunity and eventually to the darkness that
made me give him a try.
I never regret it. For the first time in my life, I felt real love and I
savored every moment of it. Not only did he gave me happiness, but also
three beautiful daughters. I watched them grow up. Proud every moment. By
the time I am writing this they had their own children too. They call me
grandma. It all gave me a sense of happiness beyond measure.
There is only one last fear I carry within me. If you are reading this
then it is part of my will. That my life came to a conclusion. It was a
very happy and fulfilled life. Full of wonder and joy. And I hope yours
will be too.
Because I fear that you might have inherited my ability to travel through
time. I don't know if you have it. Ever since waking up as a thirteen old
girl I had been too afraid to look into the future.
However, I know one thing. No matter if you have this gift or curse. Live
a happy life. Take chances and opportunities. Don't let it fill with
regrets. Don't become darkness. That is what I truly wish for.
With love,
your
Ma or Grandma
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