oh hell yeah i love hey arnold time travel fanfictions. i'm NOT sorry for this. I'll be continuing this and the first chapter should be up in a few weeks.
Screaming. All I could hear was screaming. I looked around, but I couldn't see anything. For some odd reason, I couldn't look down. I don't really know if I wanted to.
I can hear a voice, and although I have some hesitation, I look down. A woman. A woman with long blonde hair, pale white skin, rosey cheeks. Blue eyes, like mine. Oh my god. I think that's me. I start to shake. What do I do, What do I do?
I can only stare, that's what I do. I can't move, and I don't know if its because I'm a coward or I'm literally paralyzed. I don't know, I don't know, I don't know.
She moves a bit. I'm not scared because I'm the one dying on the floor. All can feel the the sense that I did this. Normal thoughts like, 'Am I a ghost?' or 'Why are there double of me?' don't cross my mind. All I can think about is the footsteps I hear. I'm scared, and I'm scared because I'm scared of getting caught.
I didn't even do this, did I? It couldn't have been me. Yeah, that's it, someone else did this to frame me. I laugh.
How could I laugh at a time like this?
The voice comes once more. This time, I can hear what she's pleading.
"Where did I go wrong?" She asks, coughing up blood. That's my voice.
Words are forced out of me without my consent.
"You never went wrong. You were a good... friend." That's not my voice. That's not my voice.
That's my voice.
Helga awakes suddenly. She's covered in sweat and she can feel her heart pounding hard against her chest.
She rubs her eyes. It was just a dream. There's nothing to be scared or upset about. You didn't somehow kill yourself.
She can't shake the feeling that this wasn't just a dream.
Maybe it was a vision.
i know that was short and I'M NOT SORRY! the chapters might be short idk I'm lazy. can YOU guess who this mysterious me is? no? well fuck :(