A time travelers universe, a short story of fiction

Tonight I visited the future. The events seem hazy to me now and I would love if the actual pinching to wake up would work, but it turns out reality is what it is, and a mere pinch won't wake you up from that. In a single night I have learned two truths of the world, in a single night I have seen what others try to find all their lives. I don't know how I feel about it, but what is done, is done.

I don't remember how it started, just that pulling feeling, like I was being dragged out of my own body, my eyes fell shut and I floated away. It was involuntary, for a minute there I didn't have the control over my own body. It was like a gentle tug in the beginning, a tug that got more and more forceful, more persistent until it bordered pain. When I couldn't handle it any more I opened my eyes.

What I saw in front of me didn't really faze me, I had always kind of known that it would happen, the signs were there, people fighting, enforcing and being arrogant. I was in a battle field. A war ridden land, people in trenches, people running around. I heard an explosion and it almost made me deaf, but somehow still I was used to it. The chaos around me, the cries, the severed limbs, I was used to all of it, even though I had never seen a dead body before.

I tried to look around, but it seemed I was just a watcher in the body of my host, I could only follow. I was down in the trench, looking for something, my breath was calm, I seemed collected in the situation when explosions formed a symphony and screams were muted my guns. I recognized the hands I was looking at, they were mine, older, but mine. With a deep exhale, not finding what I was looking for, I got up sharply, just to be greeted by a pair of eyes and a knife.

I had never seen something like that, the knife was deep sky blue, it looked like a glass, but the surface was irregular, like it was made out of stone. My reaction was fast when the knife shoot my way, my hand hit his arm and I heard it breaking, I caught a glimpse of his eyes, I saw all the emotions there, but what stood out the most was the fear, the sheer terror in those eyes. In return I felt nothing, there was this emptiness, this nothingness in me. I was used to killing by now. It was what our days consisted of.

The male in front of me tried to reach me again, I guess it was the adrenaline, the will to survive, the fear from death, the shock, that made him do it. He was going for the same place, my side again, but I fas prepared. This time I kicked the knife out of his hand, it landed in mine. The second it did I knew what was going to happen, I guess he knew, too. I looked in his eyes one more time, the deer caught in the head lights, at this point he was panicking, the soldier gone, the survival instinct making him stupid.

The third time I looked in his eyes was right before slitting his throat, I knew I had blood on me, but it didn't make me feel anything, I moved on, with the blue knife in my hand, I set out to find a gun that hadn't run out of bullets yet.

I suddenly felt so sick in my stomach, and that feeling was there again, that pull was taking me again. To land me in a world much more different than this.

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There is a theory out in the world that endless dimensions create every possible reality, every possible personality we may have. I had a dream tonight that kind of made this story, I saw two different outcomes of one person. How the choices we make affect where we end up. I will have a much brighter story tomorrow about the same heroine, but with a different mindset.

The thing about the world is, I see a truth in this story, if people will let each other be influenced by others, if we act with anger towards each other we will fight, and we will ruin the world around us. Lives will be lost and in the process of that we will loose ourselves. That is why we need compassion, we need to learn from the mistakes of the past, stop killing for land, stop killing for somebody else, somebody we don't even know. We are all the same and we are all going to end up in the same place in the end. We are divided by imaginary lines that are only in our minds.

I hope you will have a great day and a life full of love and compassion,
Linda