Roles Reversed

Chapter 4

A/N Hey guys it's not who you think it is. My name is Peter and I am actually PJ's younger brother, PJ, I would like to say ironically but I can't, died in a car crash about two days after he posted chapter three of this story. I have been trying to do what PJ would've wanted me to do and I have decided to take up this story and finish it out. PJ had planned out roughly what he wanted the story to look like and I can say it looks like it's going to be a good one. He had over 100,000 words planned for and all I can say is that I hope you guys like my writing as much as you liked his. Well enjoy the story and I hope you read this soon. And for more information on my check out the profile which I should've updated by now. –Peter

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Koriand'r.

'What a weird way to come into a room, I mean what does koreyander even mean, you know what? I honestly don't care.'

I finally drift off to the sweet abyss that sleep provides, pushing all thoughts to the side. To my surprise, I found myself awake rather quickly in complete and total darkness. I look around taking in my surroundings and as I search for signs of anything I hear the whir of a generator and two bright lights spring to life before me. As I am temporarily blinded the sounds of laughing and general chatter fill my ears as my sense of smell is assaulted by the sweet sense of cotton candy and popcorn.

'Just like home' I think to myself as I remember the old days with my real mother and father. I open my eyes taking in the sight before me, a huge crowd surrounds me and more smells of various concessions continue to find my nose.

"I gladly present to you, The Flying Graysons!" the ring master announces proudly into the microphone. I smile as I look up to see my parents beginning their act and I am enthralled by the grace and dexterity of the exhibited by them. As I watch my gaze shifts over to the base of the ladder that leads to the trapeze swings. My smile widens and then falters as I notice a younger replica of myself and I follow his horrified gaze to the entrance flap.

'Please let it be anything other than that day' I think as my face contorts to one of fear. But, fate was not on my side as I glanced over to the entrance in time to see three men swiftly exiting. I swing my gaze to my parents in time to see the ropes snap and my mother's face turn to my younger self. We both look on in utter terror as my parents begin to fall, I am determined not to be helpless again as I break out into a full sprint my mind carrying me to exactly where she fell. I position myself underneath her as I suddenly remember my father as well. I begin to panic, trying to find a way to save them both I step towards my father as gravity seemed to multiply tenfold. I hear my mother screaming right behind me until she all too quickly goes silent. As I look upon the body of my mother, another thump behind me seized my attention, I tore my eyes away from my mother to sprint to my father's side. I stop as my younger self collapses, everything rushes back to me, this is where I began to blame myself.

"It's not your fault!" I scream to my younger self "You didn't do this!" I rush to my own side and grab him by the shoulders, shaking violently.

"I know it's not my fault" said my other self in a voice too deep to be his.

"It's yours" A throbbing ache struck my whole body, I looked down to just in time to see the knife twist in my gut.

"You killed them, you weren't fast enough, you let them die!" A scream tore from my throat, a thousand needles seemed to have stabbed me at once. Every face in the crowd became my

"Why!?" They shrieked "Why didnt you save us?"

"What could I have done! I didn't even understand what was happening! Please stop! Stop screaming!" I fell to the ground and curled into the fetal position praying this would end, praying I would just die. "I'm sorry. Mom… Dad… I'm sorry." Then everything finally stopped, I sat for what felt like hours, eyes shut tight, crumpled on the ground. Exhausted, I let the warm embrace of sleep wash over me.

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Absolutely mundane. This used to be sort of interesting, sitting here in the dark alone with my thoughts, I rode a rollercoaster of emotion for the first few days I spent in here. Nowadays, the only entertainment I get is when I sleep, sleep brings me dreams, but sleep also brings me nightmares. 'Well it's better than nothing' I thought; but in actuality when I do sleep, I wake up nearly convulsing, the pain takes less and less time to fade though.

I lost track of time, it could've been a week or a year. In this darkness I have nothing but time it seems. Whatever I'm doing here better be worth it because the only thing I've learned is that I hate being alone.

"Make something happen please!" I ask to no one in particular. I sit in silence waiting for something to change, though nothing happened. "As usual then." I lay down, crossing my arms behind my head looking forward to whatever fantasy I'll experience next.

"Um, excuse me? Where am I?" Great now I'm going insane, this isn't the first time I've heard a voice, it sounds out of nowhere asking all these questions that I have no idea how to answer. I've always assumed it was just my own brain talking to itself.

"I've told you every time, I don't know where we are."

"I'm confused… and scared… please who are you… where are we?"

Something's not right. This isn't the same voice, this one is new. "Who are you"

"I...I don't know who I am. All I can remember is pain… a car crash… oh x'hal, am I dead?!"

"I'm not sure, I don't think so I awoke for a little bit and all I saw was my father and some other person's family. I'm in a hospital there was a car that swer-" A searing scream stops me mid sentence and I open my eyes and a… oh my god… it's her.

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A/N I apologize for the short chapter, but this was what PJ had planned for this chapter. The rest of his files are gone. So I'm going to writing on my own from now on, I still attend high school so please give me some slack, but also please review, your comments do mean a lot to me. I'll try to write as often as I can, be patient. I'll see you all soon. -Peter