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"Don't, Gortimer. You'll get hurt," were the last words Mel Fuller remembered saying to her two best friends in the world, Gortimer Gibbon and Ranger Bowen. For many times after this incident she wondered why she chose this future. The three were blood siblings, for crying out loud! But then her mother dies and it's all Mel's fault, because her words distracted her mom and she crashes. Mel had to fix this. She stepped on the disc just to hear her dad scream her name for the last turns to face him, mouth opening in surprise, eyes glistening with unshed tears.
Time seems to freeze (how ironic; shouldn't it be moving faster?); her father has taken a great leap, he's flying towards her, and this isn't supposed to happen.
All goes black.
She was supposed to be in the year 2039, not this sterile, cold hospital bed. Like her mother. The words popped into her mind as suddenly as—as where was Ranger when she needed him?
And then she remembers and sits up. Where's Dad?
She can't lose him, too. And this time, it most definitely is her fault, she thinks as she stands in front of the cold granite headstone. It matches with the one next to it, if slightly newer.
She turns to Melody, her older self. "What happened?" she hears herself whisper. Melody smiles sadly as if she knew this was going to happen and starts explaining that the disc wasn't strong enough to support two people and half of her father is back in 2015 and that he couldn't survive because no one can live with half a body, but Mel ignores this, because she suddenly understands that Melody knew that her dad was going to die because of the disc, and she did it anyway. Blood roars in Mel's ears as she stares coldly at the reason that her father was in a wooden box underground. Melody only agreed to send her to the future because she knew it "was his destiny to die" this way. And then Mel realizes she has more of a reason to hate herself, because the woman standing in front of her is precisely what Mel will be one day, right down to the blond hair. She vows that she will never, never become this woman. Dad will live on, at least.
She smiles coldly at Melody.
Mel balances carefully on the railing. She takes a deep breath and plunges into the icy depths of the river. Good-bye, she thinks.
Author's note:
Whoa. That was intense. This is what happens when you lose control of a story. Have a nice day! :/ (sort of smile). Yeah. it's a whopping 524 words...Well, bye! *backs away slowly*