When I woke up I was in this somehow strange room, which looked kind of like a cube, without any furniture or anything at all. There was just me, alone in a plane, bright white room. You would ask me if I was scared, I know, but honestly, I was not. For me this is just reality, a normal day like every other day. Strange that I cannot say what day it was, a Tuesday or maybe a Sunday, but that is because I do not know that, neither do I know what day it is today. Sure, you would say what a strange person, who does not know what day it is she is writing this, whatever this is, because I am not sure of that myself. You might think I have amnesia, and you are not that wrong I guess, of course I know my name and my age. I also know that I am on my way searching for my brother, but I do not know how I got here and that is why I do not know what day it is or what day it was on that day. You would not believe me what I am about to tell you now,… I am able to travel through time. I know it sound unrealistic and unbelievable, like a crazy adventure, but believe me it is not as great as it sounds.
Yes, time travelling in general is great. A dream every child dreams of his whole life. We all know the movie back to the future and other great time travelling adventures. I must confess I always dreamed of being able to travel through time, but I would have never imagined what now had happened to me. Of course, time travelling sound awesome at first, but when you are stuck in that circle like me you would overthink your feelings, trust me. I have a huge problem while travelling through time, I cannot control where I am going at all.
It all started when I cut myself with the kitchen knife. I know that sounds crazy somehow and unreal, but let me tell you my story and maybe you will understand my situation. I was the one who had to prepare dinner that night, so my brother was playing with his red firefighter car, while I was cutting some vegetables. Our parents were out getting some last-minute groceries for the weekend, when I suddenly cut myself with the kitchen knife. Nothing spectacular you would say, I know, but for us it changed everything. Every living creature in the room, my little brother, our rabbit and I were cut out of our own time and we travelled to a big city, I guess. I do not know what city or what country we were, but it must have been somewhere in the 1920s or 1930s, based on what the people around us were wearing. I could not understand those people so I think we have not been in an English-speaking country. Long story short, when a man tried to steal the rabbit, my brother was holding, I accidentally hurt myself and I travelled in time again. There you have my second problem, not only cannot I control where in time or to what place I am going, but secondly, I also cannot control when I am travelling and with whom. As you can see on the happenings I explained before every time I get hurt, even if it is just a little scratch. I immediately disappear wherever I am and appear at another for me unknown place, where I have never been before.
That is the story how I lost my little brother, but that is not the thing I wanted to tell you… I wanted to tell you about the day I woke up in this strange, wide, wite room. As I woke up, I could not see the walls of the room, they were so shimmery and shiny, from some angles they were kind of like a mixture, of mirrors and glass, just like these labyrinths, where you cannot find the exit, because in every wall you see yourself, I could not see myself but I had just the same feeling, like someone was watching me, while I cannot see them, just like the mirrors watch you from behind when you cannot see them. The cube room felt like the walls were coming closer to me, when they actually stayed in place all the time. I know they did, because I have walked on every side of the room and counted the steps. I still wonder how they did this incredible optical illusion, what technology they might have used? The one thing I was pretty sure of, was that I must have been in the future, because nothing I have ever seen before looked like this room. Reminding myself, that I had to search for my little brother as quick as possible, I took all my courage and walked over to the small door that was at one of the walls.
Surprisingly the door was open, and as I opened the plane white door, no one was there. Paradox, I saw plane white walls repeatedly, a long floor and it seemed like thousands of ways where I could go from that floor. Honestly, I was really intimidated by all that silence and although I got a little euphoric, I calmed myself down, to stay reticent, because I know they were watching me. I do not know who they were, but just as I felt them watching every single one of my actions, I felt their eyes again in my back. Maybe they were watching me through cameras or drones, but honestly, I did not see anyone of them during my experience.
As I silently sneaked down the white floor, I saw an automaton, I do not know if it was a futuristic human or a genius robot, but I had to be careful to hide, because I knew as soon as I would get caught this strange human like thing would possibly hurt me and that would be my way back or forward to another place. God damn I wish I could control those travels, or at least talk to someone about it who could help me in my situation, like a confidant, but obviously no one would believe me that story. Even if I would find someone who would believe me, as soon as I would show my strange happenings to him or her, I would magically disappear again and my helping person would be far, far away from me again.
I was hiding in the first one of the upcoming ways, because there was this robot person, who I was instantly avoiding. Walking down this floor, I realized slightly changing nuances of the wall color. Most people would not even recognize the change, but as I have been in a plane, white area for some time now, I can define the differences. The wall seems to get les bright, more natural if I can say so. I do not know for how long I have walked until I finally came to another split up, where I instinctively choose the right way. I cannot really explain why I choose the right path, maybe because the right hand is my strong hand or because the word right seemed just better in my ears because of his hidden double meaning. In conclusion, these two ways were totally equally, looking the same for me.
As I walked for another long time I could not tell for how long, because during my time travelling my sense of time got totally lost, as I have already told you before. Somewhere in a long distance I thought I saw a light, which I was really surprised of. In my inner mind I prognosticated myself that there must be the exist of this weird labyrinth. At that moment, I did not realize how wrong I was. But how could I have been thinking different? All I knew from my world, from films and books was that when there is a bright light at the end of a tunnel, there must be the exit. In some hypothetical theories people are told to have seen the light at the end of the tunnel right before dead. For me this was neither of these both possibilities, but a slightly different thing, which I could not have been expecting at all.
The moment I was realizing what was coming closer to me it already hit me. Some kind of vehicle I think, somehow flying I guess, because it seemed like it did not touch the ground at all. As everyone who reads this now can expect I got hit by the strange looking vehicle with the bright light, so I was travelling in time again.
Still I do not know where I am, but the place I am now seems much more familiar to me than the place I was before, not that futuristic and not that frightening to a teenage girl of the 21th century. Although I tolerate all the eras, it feels much better to be in a world closer to the world I know. This time I woke up in a small backstreet, where I can hide behind some trash containers to write this down. I have not figured out yet what I am going to do with this paper, maybe I am just keeping it like a diary writing down all my experiences. I know the moment I will be back at my parent’s house, I am sure no one will ever believe me what I have been through. So I must keep it as a reminder for myself that this was reality for me. Maybe I am just going to leave it here and hope that someone finds it to rescue me from my destiny. For now, I am going to leave my hiding place to find out where and in what year I am, maybe this is even the right year and just the wrong place this time, who knows. Wish me luck.