Ten Years After Her Death

Synopsis

After burning to death in a fire in the study room, I opened my eyes and found myself ten years in the future. I dug my phone out of my backpack and carefully called Alexander Bennett. "Can you come pick me up?" He didn't answer. All I could hear on the other end was slow, heavy breathing. Fear crept into me, and I asked softly, "If you can't, could you at least lend me some money? Alexander?" On the other end, Alexander, who had been trying to kill himself, stumbled out of a bloodied bathtub and gritted out, "I don't care who you are. Wait for me."