A/N: Hello my loves! Holy cow this story went on hold for a while. Sorry. I've been working six days a week, so please bear with me. You know I never stay away too long! Happy reading.
Time
Only an hour or so has passed since I came back. I think Uncle Milford is starting to wonder where I go every day. As long as I finish by the end of the week, I shouldn't be too suspicious. Taking a step back, I see Robbie's blueprints are actually spot on. I've never read prints before, but they are not too hard to decipher. And with his scratchy handwriting along the sides, directions become even easier.
"Of course," I laugh to myself. The Time Machine is taking the shape of a tiered cake. Even how some of the wires hang resemble draped frosting on fancier cakes. The bottom tier reaches up to my shoulders. The second part reaches a foot above my head. The top and final part to this machine is a bit too high for my arm length. I've had to stand on a chair a handful of times to place antennas on top. I'm finished by sunset. With just a little natural light left in this place, I am doubtful I can try it out tonight.
But why not, right?
Fellow members of the universe, I did not expect this contraption to even turn on. I step in, feeling a tad claustrophobic. This time machine is a little small, but it's no luxury vessel. I shut the door behind me and truly feel stuck now. It's a small price to pay for thinking this crazy idea will work. With the start button already turned on, I fear for my life. This so called time machine is humming and making loud noises that resemble a handful of people snoring. Below a screen in front of me – made from parts of a television – I turn dials to last year's date, precisely two days before my permanent vacation began.
Gosh, it truly has been a long year. After the summer Robbie passed away, I was supposed to go home, begin college. Uncle Milford took charge of my life and convinced my parents I was not mentally fit enough yet to leave his care. They all thought it best I be around a hero such as Sportacus. I regret letting them choose how I lived, but I had no choice. If I decided to run off, they could have locked me up in an insane asylum or something. I was not healthy; I had night terrors, panic attacks, and fits of rage. Now, I'm setting dials on a time machine.
If Uncle could see me now.
"Holy shit," I shout. The humming becomes rumbling. I am knocked back and forth as the machine vibrates. Sparks shoot out from some of the wires hanging down. I can't help but scream like a little girl scared of her shadow.
I wonder what will become of my corpse if this thing blows up in my face. I feel my breathing quicken, my pulse race, my face go cold with fear. In mere seconds, I am jolted backwards. I try to ignore the pain as a flash of blue light engulfs me.
My body is being pulled in twenty different directions. I cannot see. I can barely breathe. Is this what death is like? Am I doomed to die without any answers? I am suffocating in this blue light and it is getting darker and darker.