Will. Time. Fate. by Andrew Yake

Author:Andrew Yake [Yake, Andrew]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3
Published: 2017-10-20T23:00:00+00:00

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Labyrinth

The sounds of twisting metal and glass breaking. I can feel the all too familiar dreamscape coming back. My nightmare of a memory replays in my mind. I desire to change it. I close my eyes as tight as I can and I push my mind to place me outside of the car. I feel the world stop tumbling around me and I feel the ground beneath me become solid.

I am no longer in the car. I am standing in the rain watching my nightmare playout as a bystander. I find that this is a strange sensation and I am both horrified by what I see and totally mesmerized by it. In all of my previous memories of this awful event, I have always been the age that I was when it happened. I could never influence the outcome nor could I deviate from the events in any way except for simply knowing what would happen next. I always knew when the pain of my legs breaking would occur. I knew when and how my mother would die and I knew when my mother’s face would come to rest so that I would be able to see her one dead eye looking at me.

Now I am my current age and I am standing outside of the car as it careens past me tumbling and twisting. I slow the time down as it nears where I stand and the vehicle continues on its path of destruction, only slower. I can see the glass exploding outward and inward with each hit. I see one of my dolls ejected from the back of the car as it flips in a violent slow roll.

Even the rain has slowed its decent. The car makes a hop as the right front tire strikes the ground, bursts, and acts as a pole vault for the vehicle to flip again. The car lands on its roof and I see that this is the moment that my mother’s neck snapped from the impact and weight of the car. I also notice that I should have been killed in this moment, but the back of the car did not crumple so that I would be hit. Instead, I see it crumple around where I am sitting as if there is a protective bubble. The car is now past me I see it moving, rolling, crashing down the street in slow motion. It is headed toward the side of a bridge. I know that if it goes over my mother and I will both die. This is not how it happened. I know this. I have changed something. It is now worse. I will the car to stop moving. It does.

I decide to walk over and inspect the damage. I can hear my younger self crying for my mother. I find myself wondering what I should do with this version of reality. I don’t recall things going like this, but then again, I was inside the car. I continue to look at the wreckage that has haunted me for so long.

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