Makeshift Nitbit 2

       Hollow Existance

     I finally had it, the Time Shift. I could turn everything around for the better. Nothing could ruin this moment. No Masano. "No hackers". And, unfortunately, no Ran. He probably wouldn't want to see me again because of Masano. She vandalized him, me, his gender, and life itself. Her words still pierce my heart and leaves a slit in my throat. They choke me to no end. I just hope Ran is all right. Ran, where are you? Why didn't you stay, you damn fool? I could've protected you and don't say no because of that pride crap that your gender always speaks of...

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     It was immense, the Time Shift. Huge in accomplishment and size. I'm stunned I could carry the thing. So if I have it, why don't I reverse time already? Ran. I'll do it for Ran. He would've told me to already. He's so persistent, having a one-track mind.
     "What am I doing?" I ask myself. " I'm thinking about Ran that's what! Focus!"
     I finally got my head straight and started the stupid gadget. I had to fiddle with it for half an hour just to figure out where it turned on. Good-bye dreary me, hello new, perfect me!

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     Luckily I could set it to the appropriate time, and by chance I landed on my old street in front of my house. It was about three stories, if you include the cellar or attic. The rickety house hd a nice, long front porch with a roof over it. We had a couple of chairs out to relax upon. The color was a murky blue at the top then split into brick at the bottom. The garden was the same but beautiful as ever. We had rare blue flowers mixed in with a rose bush on either side of the staircase and purple lilac integrated with some wild grasses. Though nothing could be said for the grass. Patches were missing from it and oher segments were brown.
     I walked up onto the porch, same as always. The door was a new shade of red. I reached for the knob. I swiped at it and couldn't catch it. I tried again and the same result appeared. I wondered if I could walk through it and I could. Strangely enough, I was a spector to this time. The only item I could grasp was a black handled knife from the round wooden table next to the door.
     I took in the view, the stairs to the bedrooms to my left and the basement stairs off to the side of the hall which lead to the kitchen. A fight was in the basement, I could hear it. Arrived just in time. I headed for the basement and climbed the tenuous staircase down. Dad had mom in the corner. They were arguing about expenses, how dad always spent more than we had. The downstairs was dank, dirty and unfinished, a perfect place for a murder.
     Dad was even more uset. I could see the flames in his wide, brown eyes. He was about to beat mom to death. I remember when I came home from Aki's house, the Real Aki, and finding mom face down, her blonde hair covered with splotches of blood. My kid-self turned her over and saw her pulverized face, chest, and legs. The bloody clothes and the indented and blackened flesh and bone made me scream. I stood there petrified. I would not have been able to move, let alone run, if I didn't hear Aki's voice telling me I forgot my beloved stuffed dog at her house.
     But there I stood, dd posing to hit mom. I drew the knife just as dad's hand bashed her face. I rose my arm waiting for him to slap her a second time. Down it went and down my arm went, knife bidding to follow. It pierced his back and his expression changed. From fierce to stunned to an unconcious look. Blood burst from the thin opening in the skin. It came faster as he started moving. Again came the spattered and dulling knife. Blood gushed harder and harder until the fountains stopped. Dad lost footing and slipped into the pool, widening as he hit the ground. He was dead and mom would be soon found by paramedics as the younger image of me and the Real Aki raced to the phone.
     I was satified, a smirk on my face showed it. I had to forward time to see my life, how perfect it will be.

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     My new present suites me well. I still have Ran as a friend, though I haven't seen him all day. Masano is still out of the picture and my dorm is a one-accomidator. How more perfect could it be? I guess that "trip-down-memory-lane" was just what I needed. Though I don't have both parents alive, at least I have mom. Before there was no parents. Dad had killed himself after realizing what he did to mom. I guess it's better this way I hear mom calling... Wonder what it's for...

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     I raced down the stairs to meet mom. She got off early I suppose because another five hours should've passed before she gets off. Mom looked distressed. She's only had that wide-eyed glare and sagging lip when she's upset, furious, or just got bad news. I was hoping it was bad news.
     I met her right outside of the dorm building.
     "Kahori," mom said, ditressed face getting worse. " I have some good news and bad news." Score, I was right. I can't get too hopeful though, it could be both. "Which do you want to hear first?"