Walking in the Past

Celia's POV

The door of my room was wide open and I could hear my mom's voice from very far. Why is she shouting so loudly when no one is in the room? I fastened my speed to go in my room but what I saw, it chilled me through core. I saw myself lying on bed and my mom shouting so loudly and constantly. Mom please let me sleep for 5 more minutes, please - said that girl. Okay, I will but let me tell you one thing. It's already 8 O'clock and I suppose it's your first day in high school. That girl sat up and searched something on bed. She grabbed her mobile and looked at in horror. Shit mom, you should wake me up earlier. Don't waste your time in complaining, go get freshen up and get ready. - said my mom. That girl hurried to my bathroom and I was watching in shock. I was unable to understand what's going on. I screamed at top of my lung but no one heard me. The ground below my feet was shifting. I was crying and about to collapse but then I saw that girl came out of the bathroom. She was me or I was her?

I just couldn't comprehend the situation. She was in the bathrobe which I used to wear. She went towards the almira and took out red full sleeve T-shirt and a pair of jeans. My crying was stopped. I was watching her very carefully. I went near her and observed her. Her hair was black and her eyes were dark blue. There was a cut mark on her forehead and three burned mark on wrist. While getting ready, she was mumbling to herself. I closed my eyes and then our voices became one. Bloody hell, How irresponsible I am. How can I forget to put alarm. It's my first day of high school. I don't wanna get scolded on my very first day. I paused for few seconds and heard the sound of unlocking of mobile and breathed a sigh of relief and said - I still have time to eat and I won't be late. Okay Celia, it's your first day of high school, be confident. Your are calm, serene, intelligent and there is nothing you can't do. So don't worry about it. I am not nervous, I am actually excited for today. As I said I opened my eyes and watched that girl getting ready and saying further positive things where I stopped. Now things were making sense to me. At least a little. She wasn't anyone else but me. I was seeing my flashback because I clearly remember the morning of my first day of high school. I remember what I wore, what I said, what I felt... I remember everything. But then, why I am seeing this all.

What I am?

Alive?

Dead?

Ghost?

I can feel my breathing and my heartbeat. I can feel every feeling. I can't be dead because I can feel every sense of being alive. Every core of my body screaming that it is alive. Then why I am seeing these all? Am I having a dream?

I pinched myself in hope that I would wake up from my nightmare but of no use. I was still there, and a part of me was getting ready in front of me. I am alive, I am not dreaming then what the hell was happening with me? Then my own reflection or my piece of memory or me, whatever it was, went down and I followed her. As I recalled, I had eaten a piece of toasted bread with extra cheese and drank orange juice that day. I watched as my own self put a piece of toasted bread with extra cheese on her plate and ate hurriedly. After finishing, she went to the kitchen and kissed mom on her forehead, bade good bye and left the home.

I don't know why but I needed to follow her and be with her. It was an intuition which I really cant ignore. She was waiting for Veronica. Veronica was my best friend since we were in kindergarten. I used to go to school with her. She was the only friend with whom I could be me. While waiting for her my other part or past self was listening to music through earplugs. It was my habit since I got my first mobile phone. As the car of Veronica approached, my whatever other part get delighted and smiled in the exactly manner I smiled that day. When car stopped, Veronica get out of it and hugged me( my other part). They exchanged few words and get into the car. I stood there and tried to comprehend the whole scenario. The car rushed to the school.

After standing and thinking for a long time the most possible thing I could understand that there is something which life wants to show me and it was in my past. So life is repeating everything in front of so I can see what I was missing. With that realisation, I walked towards the school to witness everything once again not as s doer but as an audience.