[ WP ] You have the unique ability to travel back in time.You plan to travel 13 years prior to the time where your father murders your mother.Unbeknownst to you , your father foresaw this and is prepared to stop you .

That bastard killed my mom. 
 
 It was a cold winter evening. I was tucked in, feeling the warmth of two blankets envelop me. Sometimes I liked to lie awake, just... thinking. This was one of those nights. All of a sudden, I was yanked from my mind into the real world by a scream. I undid my covers in a hurry and ran downstairs. I saw my dad, kneeling on the ground, a pool of my mom's blood covering the floor. He turned to me and I saw the full extent of what had happened. She was lying on the ground, a bullet hole visible in her shirt revealed to be the source of the blood. A scream started, and I realized it had come from within me, the sorrow, anger, and betrayal mixing to form a cocktail of emotions I did n't want to ever experience again. My dad looked at me and said with a dark look, `` I'm sorry John. It had to be done.'' 
 
 It's been thirteen years since that date, and I ’ m now 21. Now when I lie awake at night all I can do is replay that moment over and over again in my head. But, the past is the past. I drift into a quiet slumber, waiting for the morning to take me. 
 
 The only way to be happy in my life was to enjoy the small things. I sat in my car, enjoying the leather seats I had spent extra to get. I always hated these traffic lights. Each moment waiting felt like an eternity. However, this time it was different. A car came speeding along, and I saw it was aimed for a collision with me. `` No! ``, I exclaimed as the car collided, holding my hand out as if it had some power to stop the car crashing into me. And yet somehow this time, it did. Everything seemed to halt, frozen in place, not even a breeze stirring the quiet, lifeless air. `` What in God's name just happened? ” I mumbled to myself, the words barely escaping my lips. I got out of the car and walked around the incident, dazed and awed. Traces of fire were clearly starting, but they were frozen in time. I ran my hand through one, finding it pleasantly warm. I saw a shard of glass start to tremble, and backed up. 
 
 Time resumed, and the two cars collided, a fireball frying the spot I had been sitting in, my prized leather seats. `` My car! ” I yelled in horror. 
 
 `` Are you okay? a bystander asked. 
 
 `` Yes, fine, just... confused.'' 
 
 I returned home, and got out a glass of water to try and soothe my frazzled nerves. As I was pouring, my phone rang, and in my state I dropped the glass. I tried to pause time, but to no avail, as the glass shattered on the floor. `` Goddamnit, I'm a wreck today,'' I said to myself. I reached down to take my phone from my pocket. `` Hello?'' 
 
 `` It's Janet. Where the hell are you?'' 
 
 Shit. I had never shown up to work or called in. `` Uh... I'm sick. Really terribly sick,'' I said weakly, managing my best impersonation of coughing. 
 
 `` Okay, just make sure to show up when you're better... ” she said, not really believing me. 
 
 I hung up and sat down on the couch, dumbfounded by the day's events. I thought about the glass, and why I could n't pause time when it had dropped. `` What is happening to me? ” I thought to myself. All of a sudden, a sharp headache overcame me, wracking my brain with such intense pain it was all I could do to not scream. I felt myself tearing apart at the seams, into little pieces, and felt the pieces reform, but... not quite in the same place as they had been before. I collapsed to the ground, and the pain subsided. My glass was on the counter, whole as the day I had bought it. I heard my phone go off, and picked it up. 
 
 `` It's Janet. Where the hell are you?'' 
 
 `` Uh... Sick. Did n't you already call me?'' 
 
 `` I do n't have time for your games John... Show up when you can, I guess.'' 
 
 `` Okay, this is really freaky. Am I some sort of time traveler or something? ” I said, not quite believing the words as they escaped my mouth. I thought about the potential, the limitless possibilities. I could be rich beyond my wildest dreams, fight crime, and do whatever I wanted. But first I had to fix one thing. I grabbed my kitchen knife, and thought about that night. I couldn ’ t think about the murder though; I visualized ten minutes before, giving me an ample time window to kill my dad. I felt the now familiar pain, and was shot back in time to that night. The crisp winter air surrounded me, enveloped me, making me wish I ’ d brought a jacket back in time. But I didn ’ t have time to feel cold. I walked into the doorway to find my mom on the couch, unaware of me. “ Mom… ” I said in a strangled sob, relief and sorrow somehow together in one, and I tried as best as I could to stabilize my ragged breath, lest it gave me away. I saw my dad approach her, and every cell in my body activated at once. “ No! Get away from her! ” I shouted. But she didn ’ t hear me. I noticed something was off, and I realized that the TV had paused. 
 
 “ You ’ re here early, I hadn ’ t expected you for a while ”, my dad said. 
 
 “ A… time traveler? Like me? ” 
 
 “ Yes John, like you. Exactly like you, actually. Did you get a good look at your dad that night? ” 
 
 “ No, I… what does that have to do with anything? ” I looked closely at my dad, taking in every detail. 
 
 “ You look a lot like your dad in thirty years John, you almost can ’ t tell the difference. ” 
 
 I suddenly realized. My dad hadn ’ t killed my mom. *I* had killed my mom. “ Oh God no… Why? How? ” I gasped, the truth hitting me like a brick. 
 
 “ Call me Jack, nice to meet you finally. Let ’ s just say your dad ’ s disappearance afterwards might have happened a little earlier than I led everyone to believe. I wish I could tell you John, I really do. But we wouldn ’ t want to mess up time too badly, now would we? Now, I wish we could chat more, but you ’ re not due here for… ” –Jack checked his wrist- “ another ten years. So I ’ m going to have to end this reunion early. Count yourself lucky I need you. ” Jack looked at his hand, and a ball of pure energy started to coalesce in his hand. He extended his hand outward and the ball shot out, hitting John square in the chest. 
 
 John ’ s breath was knocked straight out of him and he flew backwards, hitting the wall in his apartment in the present day. He collapsed to the floor. 
 
 And this time, he didn ’ t try to get up. 
 
 Side Note: This is my first short story on reddit, so I would appreciate all the edits and suggestions you guys have. Thanks for reading!
