Eleah's Fan Fiction

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Encounter

October 6, 1997 / March 2, 2011

(Alba is 16 & 30)

My footsteps as I sprint towards my bedroom create a loud thudding noise. I bury myself under my covers knowing that I will soon vanish and be pushed forwards or pulled backwards by Time. My hands and toes start to tingle, and suddenly they start to dissolve into the unknown.

I vanish completely and find myself standing in the middle of some small town. I think I’m still in Chicago. Unfortunately, I can’t bring anything with me whenever I time travel. Luckily, this town’s dry cleaning shop seems empty of people, but the machines are running, so I sneak in, stop one of it and hope there is something there that would keep me warm.

Walking towards a cafe, I decided to approach the man standing beside the door, lighting up his cigarette and ask him the date. His name tag states that his name is Flynn.

“Second of March,” he replies.

“What year are we in?” I hesitate

“What year are you from?” he mumbles sarcastically. “2011.”

Oh no. Why 2011?

May 19, 2011 * 4:15 PM

Somehow, I managed to settle down easier than I expected. I found my own flat and am working as a barista at a local café. Trying your best to blend in and not make much connection is harder than you would expect. Sometimes, I would keep on walking, hoping Time will pull me in at will. Still, I stay. I thought I’m simply stuck here, for no reason, until that afternoon where me and Flynn are just sitting on the steps of the café, during our break from work. There was an awkward eerie of silence before I understood why I travelled to the future.

“You know, sometimes I think me and Dad made the wrong decision admitting Mum in the rehab, but then I remember how many lies she can make up. She’s apparently chrono-displaced. She can supposedly time-travel and has met my granddad a few times, who by the way, died when she was five,” he rants.

Out of curiosity, I asked what her mother’s name is. He points at my nametag. Alba.

“What did you say she was diagnosed with? Chrono?”

“Chrono-displaced. Like, chronologically displaced. She supposedly gets pulled back or pushed forward by Time at will. She doesn’t know when or where she’s going, but she just does. Logically, I think it’s impossible. I mean how can someone’s body, disappear into small particles and travel and end up in another place at another time? If she can time travel, why haven’t I seen it? Oh right. Dr. Kendrick has made the cure.”

“Dr. Kendrick is?” I ask, though I know that he’s our geneticist.

“A geneticist. He apparently coined the term. I’ve never even met him. But apparently he was granddad’s doctor, too”

Hearing this made things easier to make sense of. His dark blue-grey eyes, ash-blonde hair, and freckles along the cheeks are resemblances of me. No wonder why people say we look like twins. But how do I explain time-travelling to someone who has rejected it all of his life.  His eyes widen when I tell him maybe he should believe him.

“Are you crazy? So what? You time-travel now, too, is that it?”

“There might be more to life than just logic you know. So, where is your mother now?”

“At a rehabilitation centre near this beach. Dad couldn’t bear the thought of her wife locked up in an asylum, so he sent her to a rehabilitation instead. I mean, maybe she really just needs a piece of mind.”

“But, Flynn. She’s telling you the truth. I’m her! I’m from 1997!” I scream out of disbelief.

May 27, 2011 *  2:27 PM

“Is there anyway we can just ask to let her out earlier than the rest? You said she has stopped time-travelling. I have to know how,” I demand.

“No. Unless you’re really desperate, then maybe you can somehow sneak it. Your older self claims that you’re an expert at picking locks. Or we can just wait. Or pay a visit.”

June 05, 2011 * 9:15 AM

The soft breeze gently kisses my skin as we drive by the ocean. My palms are sweaty, my heart’s beating fast and I swear I was going to disappear just then. But I didn’t. We enter through the gate and for a moment you would think that there’s nothing here but a jungle. There it is. It looks like a mansion from the outside, not a rehabilitation centre. As we enter through the steps, we are greeted by the receptionist.

A little later, a lady with long ash blonde hair and greyish-blue eyes enters the room. She smiles at me and I’m stunned to see my thirty-year old self. She turns to Flynn and pinches his cheek until they were flushed.

“I told you, you’re going to meet a younger version of me. I thought that was the only thing that could make you believe,” she says to her son.

“Okay okay, you can time travel. It’s still.. creepy. And I want to see you vanish”, Flynn replies.

 . . .

I ask my older self how can I stop time-travelling. She merely smiles at me and shakes her head.

“You do know that everything is going to be alright, don’t you? I don’t really want to tell you how you get me out here, because everyone should have their own adventures,” she says with a sly wink.