I was running. I don't know what I was running from, but I was running. The world was dark, pitch black in the middle of nowhere.
My eyes opened, the soft cushioning of the bed made creaks as I jerked up. My labored breath began to slow and my heart rate wasn't so loud no more. It was like I was hit by a train over and over.
A train...
' So I did die... ', I laughed deliriously, looking at my own hands, slowly cradling my head. ' If I died then who's body am I in ? '
Pushing the heavy blankets around me, I looked into the mirror. Like magic, I looked like myself in my teenage years, bleached hair, scrawny, weird hairdo.
Pinching my cheek as hard as I could till it became numb, I inwardly decided that I was indeed, in the past.
A do over. A restart. A fresh beginning.
The past in which Hina was still alive. Hope welled within my chest.
" Son! Breakfast is ready! If you don't hurry up, you'll be late for school ! ", my mom's nostalgic voice rang out. I missed her and her cooking so much. A Cup O' Noodles diet was starting to make my taste buds bland.
" Hai! " I yelled back, stripping down and changing into my school uniform.
I debated whether or not to use gel, but I decided to go against it, leaving my hair droopy - sorta like an umbrella. The old me would wake up early just to do my hair. Sadly, that me no long exists, now that I know what's going to happen in the future.
Pulling out a random piece of scratch paper on the desk in my room, I wrote, "
Bucket List :
1) Learn how to fight.
2) Save Hina "
Nodding in satisfaction, I left the room and rushed down the stairs.