her as we speak,” he said.
She was baffled. “But you’re here with me?”
He smiled. “I can be in any number of places, or times, as I will.” No sooner had he finished saying that than Lydia found herself back at the precise moment it had started.
*
Lydia was sitting with Cassandra in the school yard, waiting for the fire drill to come to an end. She looked around but Shia was nowhere to be seen. Then, to her dismay, she saw Tiffany approaching; knowing that which was to be, she panicked. Cassandra had also noticed Tiffany and held Lydia’s hand nervously.
Why Shia was doing this Lydia could not fathom. Both girls became silent upon seeing Tiffany and it all began to happen as Lydia knew it would. Tiffany demanded that Lydia and Cassandra give up their seat. Lydia refused, her reasoning being that she and Cassandra had gotten there first so why should they have to leave. Knowing what would ensue, Lydia couldn’t understand why she had said that instead of simply walking away with Cassandra. She desperately wanted to walk away yet it seemed as though she had no choice but was destined to relive every moment as it had come to pass. Then something did change; just as Tiffany was about to push her off the bench, Lydia, rather than remaining seated and waiting for the push, stood up. Cassandra remained seated, still holding on to Lydia’s hand.
“Leave us alone or you will be sorry!” Lydia cautioned Tiffany sharply.
At that, Tiffany, along with her friends, laughed. “And who’s going to make me?” Tiffany sneered. Tiffany was just about to shove Lydia when she suddenly found herself petrified; her friends, too, stood motionless.
Unseen, Shia assimilated into Lydia’s body and inched towards Tiffany, the nearer Lydia inched towards the bully, the darker everything around them became.
Tiffany’s heart palpitated wildly. She couldn’t understand what was happening. Fear having gripped her, she struggled to close her eyes and pretend that none of whatever was taking place was real. She couldn’t. Her eyes were made to remain open. Her body failed to respond to every signal her brain sent out.
Lydia now stood a hair’s breath away from Tiffany, who had no choice but to peer into her would-be victim’s eyes. And in Lydia’s eyes, Tiffany saw whatever her greatest fears and dreads were, only they were multiplied by infinity and seemed to stretch into eternity. As she had stood there affrighted and utterly dismayed, in Lydia’s eyes she looked upon a glowing grayish mist-like obscurity forming out of the abyss that was the darkness into which she peered. It formed into a being of sorts that glowered with eyes that shimmered different colors. Then its focus turned to her and she felt her soul momentarily, violently, drawn into the void where dwelled all her fears before returning to her body. It then looked at her with sparkling eyes and an intensity that seemed to threaten incinerating her being before fading away back into the void from whence it came.
*
Just as suddenly as when she had found herself back at that moment in school, both Lydia and Shia were now back in her room.
“What just happened?” she asked, bewildered by the experience.
“We just changed the past so it never happened,” he explained.
“But if it never happened, and somehow I feel that it didn’t, how can I still be aware of it?” she asked, a bit confused.
“Well, it’s like this; you’re aware of it not because it’s a memory of what has already been, rather you are aware of what would have been had the past not been altered. It’s like if a psychic were to tell you that something bad was going to happen but then advised you that if you were to follow the psychic’s advice, you’d have the ability to prevent the unfortunate occurrence from ever being. Naturally, one would seek out the advice, as by doing so one could change or prevent what otherwise would have been,” he continued to expound; “meaning that
She was baffled. “But you’re here with me?”
He smiled. “I can be in any number of places, or times, as I will.” No sooner had he finished saying that than Lydia found herself back at the precise moment it had started.
*
Lydia was sitting with Cassandra in the school yard, waiting for the fire drill to come to an end. She looked around but Shia was nowhere to be seen. Then, to her dismay, she saw Tiffany approaching; knowing that which was to be, she panicked. Cassandra had also noticed Tiffany and held Lydia’s hand nervously.
Why Shia was doing this Lydia could not fathom. Both girls became silent upon seeing Tiffany and it all began to happen as Lydia knew it would. Tiffany demanded that Lydia and Cassandra give up their seat. Lydia refused, her reasoning being that she and Cassandra had gotten there first so why should they have to leave. Knowing what would ensue, Lydia couldn’t understand why she had said that instead of simply walking away with Cassandra. She desperately wanted to walk away yet it seemed as though she had no choice but was destined to relive every moment as it had come to pass. Then something did change; just as Tiffany was about to push her off the bench, Lydia, rather than remaining seated and waiting for the push, stood up. Cassandra remained seated, still holding on to Lydia’s hand.
“Leave us alone or you will be sorry!” Lydia cautioned Tiffany sharply.
At that, Tiffany, along with her friends, laughed. “And who’s going to make me?” Tiffany sneered. Tiffany was just about to shove Lydia when she suddenly found herself petrified; her friends, too, stood motionless.
Unseen, Shia assimilated into Lydia’s body and inched towards Tiffany, the nearer Lydia inched towards the bully, the darker everything around them became.
Tiffany’s heart palpitated wildly. She couldn’t understand what was happening. Fear having gripped her, she struggled to close her eyes and pretend that none of whatever was taking place was real. She couldn’t. Her eyes were made to remain open. Her body failed to respond to every signal her brain sent out.
Lydia now stood a hair’s breath away from Tiffany, who had no choice but to peer into her would-be victim’s eyes. And in Lydia’s eyes, Tiffany saw whatever her greatest fears and dreads were, only they were multiplied by infinity and seemed to stretch into eternity. As she had stood there affrighted and utterly dismayed, in Lydia’s eyes she looked upon a glowing grayish mist-like obscurity forming out of the abyss that was the darkness into which she peered. It formed into a being of sorts that glowered with eyes that shimmered different colors. Then its focus turned to her and she felt her soul momentarily, violently, drawn into the void where dwelled all her fears before returning to her body. It then looked at her with sparkling eyes and an intensity that seemed to threaten incinerating her being before fading away back into the void from whence it came.
*
Just as suddenly as when she had found herself back at that moment in school, both Lydia and Shia were now back in her room.
“What just happened?” she asked, bewildered by the experience.
“We just changed the past so it never happened,” he explained.
“But if it never happened, and somehow I feel that it didn’t, how can I still be aware of it?” she asked, a bit confused.
“Well, it’s like this; you’re aware of it not because it’s a memory of what has already been, rather you are aware of what would have been had the past not been altered. It’s like if a psychic were to tell you that something bad was going to happen but then advised you that if you were to follow the psychic’s advice, you’d have the ability to prevent the unfortunate occurrence from ever being. Naturally, one would seek out the advice, as by doing so one could change or prevent what otherwise would have been,” he continued to expound; “meaning that
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