I take many deep breathes, trying to calm my beating heart as I ring the bell to my own past house. My young self runs down the stairs and stares at me, not opening the door. She finally does, “Who are you?”
“I’m you,” I said. “Well, you in the future.”
“Okay,” she says, slowly and closes the door.
“NO! Wait, I want to tell you something about the future.”
“Yes,” she says.
“Look. Life is going to be very hard for you. But you’ll get through it. And it may seem like nobody likes you, and you’d be better off dead.” I lean on one knee and place a hand on her shoulder. “But you are the only person that matters. No-one else does. Don’t waste time on people you're unhappy with. It would be better to sit alone at lunch then to be treated the wrong way with people who act like they care. Live every day like it’s your last because you never know how long you have left. But never be afraid to die. Especially for something worth fighting for.” I turn around and leave.
I step into my time travel car, I look back at my younger self. My naive self. She’ll never know the pain she had to go through. That’s good. Isn’t that what I came here for? I pull the lever down and set the time. 2017. The car speeds off at lightning speed, a tiny handgun at the front creates a large portal and as I whiz through it. I feel different. And I know I saved myself.
I walk into my house and everything looks the same. However, my self-harm scars are gone, the knife I used to make them -which used to be tainted with my blood- is clean. I pick up a picture of myself when I was younger. Hair tied back and smiling wide, agape in my teeth. I cry, I can never go back in time and fix my mistakes. But I can prepare myself for them.
Time traveling didn’t save me from any pain. It didn’t stop anything. My grandma...still dead. My friends...still gone. But at least I have the strength to move on. And I’m never re-living the past. Ever.
Althea Strong is daughter of Morgan Strong and Dan Strong. Though she is only eleven she is gifted with the Royal Mage Wand, as tradition goes, now she begins her training to become the next Royal Wizard. But is that all her life has to offer? And what if she doesn’t want to be another wizard?
My Original Character, Ember Arts. Was created a year ago, she was suppose to look exactly like me. Expect the glasses.
However over time I gave her a backstory. It's pretty cringe, maybe:
Ember Arts was born on December 16th, 2004. She has the power to create things at will, they disappear after five minutes, and she can create bridges and beams of light.