- Sometimes it's necessary to go back before we can move forward -
How? How did I come back?
I sat on my bed thinking. Was it all just a dream? If it was then the stitches wouldn't be here anymore. I looked down and saw the stitches on my ribs. It wasn't a dream...then what is this?
I came out of my room and to the kitchen. Saw a note stuck to the fridge and as usual I crumbled it to the trash. My dad was always out so it didn't matter what he told me anymore. I went to grab a cup of coffee and kept thinking.
"What was this?" I asked myself as I paced around the isle as I waited for the coffee to be ready. I then slammed my hand on the counted but to my surprise, I didn't feel anything. I looked down and a curling scream left my already soar throat.
My hand was a transparent colou
