She sat at the end of her bed staring at herself in the mirror. It's been 3 months since she left that world, and since she killed Finn. "Eliza!" Her mother called out from downstairs. "Coming!" She shouted back as she got off of her bed and went downstairs.

She got in the car, she was sitting in the middle seat again. Her older sister got in right next to her not considering the space Eliza would need to be at least a tiny bit comfortable. She was squished in between the car seat of her little brother and her older sister. She leaned forward to look out the car window. Everyone was silent. She stared out the window seeing the houses pass by and the leaves on the tree begin to change into colors of fire and fall. People with their houses already decorated for Christmas, the ones next to them in full Halloween-themed decor, seemingly trying to one-up their neighbors. It really didn't fit the mood of today.

  Usually, car rides feel short for her, but today it was unusually slow. The feeling of discomfort was high around her family, especially today. She couldn't say anything about what happened if it ever happened in the first place. Questioning her sanity. That was one of the many things on her mind. They finally got to the graveyard where they'd visit her aunt.

  She got out of the car and started to walk with her family through the graveyard. She wanted to get Finn and all the gross things off of her mind, she stared at every name and all the dates. All she needed was a change of subject in her mind. That it. Something stood out to her though, a necklace left on top of a grave. Not just any necklace, but a gold one with a green teardrop-shaped gem on it. Was it Finn's necklace? She stopped to look at the name on the grave. It read: "Finnley Achlys 1950-1964 A boy who put a smile on everyone's face.".

Perspective switch

The intense pain in my body was gone and replaced with a new but familiar pain in my arms and legs. It still hurt, but was much better than the feeling of being stabbed. But something's strange about this, I'm not on the floor or in the stomach of it. I'm in bed. I'm in my bed. Why am I in my bed? I sit up, my body feeling weak again. I feel my heartbeat, my body is warm, and I feel hungry for something normal. It's not right, I run to my mirror to look at myself. My old clothes, a face that isn't a flat and dead-looking color and has blush on it, teal eyes with light in them, bruises hidden by long sleeves. Why?

  Did I get transported to the past? Is this another chance for me? I check the calendar in my room. My eyes widened, fear filled my lungs, my heart was racing. November 1964. Every day was the 16th. I turn the page, November 1964, the 16th is the only day that's there. I turn the page again. It's all the same. I turned it over and over, every single page was the exact same. Except for one. The last one had one day, and it wasn't labeled with a number in the corner. It was blank except for the word "dinner" written on it. I rip the calendar pages apart. This is my punishment, this loop, this cycle is my punishment. It's the same, I die by the end of the day. I know what's going on, I've been getting weaker. I don't work for it anymore. It doesn't need me. It's always been like that. They didn't need me anymore, so I had to go.

Note: END OF MY STORY!! I MIGHT CLARIFY SOME THINGS BUT ANYWAY, IM DONE! I hope you liked this story!
(Written: May 1st, 2024)