Born With His Tattoo

We Don't Get To Change The Past

It was as if my brain was on fire. The shooting pain from my head forced me to sit up hoping to feel it ease up. I quickly realized my mistake, as I had no luck, instead, a migraine decided to make its entrance. That’s when I noticed it,

I wasn’t in the packhouse, on the floor in the living room but in the middle of a dark hallway. Hundreds of doors were lined up and down the hall that never ended.

I was slightly lost and just wanted to go home. I felt like I should just continue laying in the middle of the hall but knew if I was going to get anywhere I had to move.

I stumbled onto my feet before going to the door to my left. I pushed it open, not knowing what would happen. The bright light that shone flooded outside before it was like a movie.  

Instead, it was a memory. One I thought