AngelofyourNighmares
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What if you were sent back in time? Well thats exactly what happened to me, who am I you ask... I'm not sure if I even know the answer to that at this point... all I know is I was never the type to believe in wishes coming true, dreams being real, or into fairy tales, my brother often calls me a cynic, I am not a cynic, I am a realist. But now I am forced to believe that wishes do come true even if everything in your life seems to be going great.
See I have a good life, I am successful at 27, I am a well published author, working on my fifth book being published as I speak. I have a good man in my life, although he's often to busy for me and I get left alone 90 percent of the time. I have my own home, my own vehicle, no children so I can come and go as I please, I am close to my family my brother and my mother, my father died over seas when I was 16 that was the darkest and lowest time of my life... there was only one person that got me through it, but thats a little down the line of my story. See there was no real reason I needed to make a wish on some big bright star off my patio yet I did it anyway.
There was something missing in my life, a big dark hole and he was my best friend, I grew up with him, we met when I was only five years old, and we stayed friends our entire childhood, we went to the same middle and high school and decided to even go to the same college together and live off campus as roommates, we had been through everything together, he was the only person who could console me when my father died, and I him when he lost his sister in a car crash, he never let me down, through bad breakups, backstabbing friends, the ups and downs, he was my only constant, so yes maybe now I am cynical, it happens when you lose the only person who ever made you feel alive... I haven't talked to him in god what was it at least a good 8 years... and it was all my fault, if only I would have believed him when he told me my ex was cheating what was I 20 then, I called him a liar and told him I never wanted to see him again, he didn't give up though, but I was a stupid girl and threw away the only person I ever really loved aside from family, not even the guy I was seeing now... noone touched me the way he did....
That gets me to the here and now, I wake up and I am 19 I made this wish and it came true, I am still living with my best friend off campus... yet I am the only one who knows I am in the past, and I am completely freaking out... so what does one do when they wake up and realize there cynical self made a wish and it came true, your 27 yet your 19 in this world, and your the only one who knows... how crazy will you sound to the one person you came back to fix things with, the one person you need to make things right with, the one person you want to be with in your new life... the person, you want to love you, control you, take you as there own forever.... what happens when you wake up and everything has changed.....
I wake up the next day as any other day, rub my eyes, adjust to the morning light, head to the bathroom to take a nice cold shower to wake my ass up, it was nice working for yourself, but I am already working on a new book, so I had every intention of getting up and starting early, after my shower, I dry off and brush out my long brown hair, I wipe the steam from the mirror, and look astonished, what in the good hell, I thought to myself, I shake my head rub my eyes and look again, what the fuck I think this time, as I again look in my mirror, I must be dreaming, I pinch myself it hurt like hell, nope no dream, I go to my rather hugh bedroom, but there was nothing hugh about it, and nothing looked the same, it looked as if it were the bedroom from the apartment me and my best friend shared all those years ago... so I go and look around we only had a two bedrom apartment, a small bathroom, a little living room, and a small kitchen, I went looking and it was definantly not my own home. I realize I am still naked. I dress quickly and sit on my bed... this cannot be happening, a wish just wouldnt come true would it? I bury my head in my hands, and out of frustration start to cry.
(Looking for a detailed back to the past, angst, control, love, anger and most of all passion and lust.)
What if you were sent back in time? Well thats exactly what happened to me, who am I you ask... I'm not sure if I even know the answer to that at this point... all I know is I was never the type to believe in wishes coming true, dreams being real, or into fairy tales, my brother often calls me a cynic, I am not a cynic, I am a realist. But now I am forced to believe that wishes do come true even if everything in your life seems to be going great.
See I have a good life, I am successful at 27, I am a well published author, working on my fifth book being published as I speak. I have a good man in my life, although he's often to busy for me and I get left alone 90 percent of the time. I have my own home, my own vehicle, no children so I can come and go as I please, I am close to my family my brother and my mother, my father died over seas when I was 16 that was the darkest and lowest time of my life... there was only one person that got me through it, but thats a little down the line of my story. See there was no real reason I needed to make a wish on some big bright star off my patio yet I did it anyway.
There was something missing in my life, a big dark hole and he was my best friend, I grew up with him, we met when I was only five years old, and we stayed friends our entire childhood, we went to the same middle and high school and decided to even go to the same college together and live off campus as roommates, we had been through everything together, he was the only person who could console me when my father died, and I him when he lost his sister in a car crash, he never let me down, through bad breakups, backstabbing friends, the ups and downs, he was my only constant, so yes maybe now I am cynical, it happens when you lose the only person who ever made you feel alive... I haven't talked to him in god what was it at least a good 8 years... and it was all my fault, if only I would have believed him when he told me my ex was cheating what was I 20 then, I called him a liar and told him I never wanted to see him again, he didn't give up though, but I was a stupid girl and threw away the only person I ever really loved aside from family, not even the guy I was seeing now... noone touched me the way he did....
That gets me to the here and now, I wake up and I am 19 I made this wish and it came true, I am still living with my best friend off campus... yet I am the only one who knows I am in the past, and I am completely freaking out... so what does one do when they wake up and realize there cynical self made a wish and it came true, your 27 yet your 19 in this world, and your the only one who knows... how crazy will you sound to the one person you came back to fix things with, the one person you need to make things right with, the one person you want to be with in your new life... the person, you want to love you, control you, take you as there own forever.... what happens when you wake up and everything has changed.....
I wake up the next day as any other day, rub my eyes, adjust to the morning light, head to the bathroom to take a nice cold shower to wake my ass up, it was nice working for yourself, but I am already working on a new book, so I had every intention of getting up and starting early, after my shower, I dry off and brush out my long brown hair, I wipe the steam from the mirror, and look astonished, what in the good hell, I thought to myself, I shake my head rub my eyes and look again, what the fuck I think this time, as I again look in my mirror, I must be dreaming, I pinch myself it hurt like hell, nope no dream, I go to my rather hugh bedroom, but there was nothing hugh about it, and nothing looked the same, it looked as if it were the bedroom from the apartment me and my best friend shared all those years ago... so I go and look around we only had a two bedrom apartment, a small bathroom, a little living room, and a small kitchen, I went looking and it was definantly not my own home. I realize I am still naked. I dress quickly and sit on my bed... this cannot be happening, a wish just wouldnt come true would it? I bury my head in my hands, and out of frustration start to cry.
(Looking for a detailed back to the past, angst, control, love, anger and most of all passion and lust.)