[ WP ] You have n't cleaned your room & your mother is pissed , slapping you literally into next week . You discover you can time travel forward into the future but only through physical violence inflicted upon yourself by others . One day you decide to kill yourself .

In retrospect, I may have spent a little too long doing `` homework'' in my room instead of cleaning it, but I do n't think my mom was in the right to slap me across the face. Little more than 10 seconds after opening my door and going from relatively benign to intensely militant, my mother's hand was on a curved path straight towards my face. The feeling of flesh on flesh reverberated through my body, shaking me and sending a painful electric pulse through my skin. 
 
 I instantly fell to my back from the force and my eyes slammed shut. When they opened, slowly and fluttery, I noticed it was darker outside than I remembered and that she was nowhere in sight. 
 
 `` What the hell?...'' 
 
 I assumed I blacked out, but I was n't even hit that hard. Instead, after checking my phone and realizing it was 12:04 on Sunday, December 11th, I realized that I had just traveled through time. 
 
 Fighting an oncoming panic attack, I frantically started laying out all the possible causes of this time jump in my head. I was in my bed an hour after I normally fall asleep. The last time I remember was 6:46 PM on Wednesday, December 8th. My face is still red and I have the same clothes on as I did before. 
 
 Impulsively, I darted out of bed and ran into my sister's room across the hall where she was in her bed, fast asleep. My hand shakily flipped her light switch, illuminating the room in a warm glow. 
 
 `` The fuck, Andrew?! ``, she mumbled aggressively. 
 
 A flurry of questions came out of my mouth somewhere along the lines of `` what day is it? ``, `` where was I for the past five days? ``, `` what should I do?''. 
 
 `` Whoa, whoa, whoa. Chill out and speak English please'', she responded, sitting up in her bed. 
 
 `` Slap me in the face'', I commanded. 
 
 `` No! I'm not gon-'' 
 
 `` SLAP. ME. IN. THE. FACE.'' 
 
 My sister's hand slowly moved up above her covers and lightly smacked my cheek. That familiar pulse rocked through my body as everything faded to black. 
 
 Same bed, same clothes. 
 
 I shook off the aftershocks quicker this time and checked my phone. 6:44 A.M., same day. My alarm went off in less than a minute anyways, so I got out of bed and ran downstairs. Shockingly, my sister had no memory of any incident and neither did my mother. I was just my normal self all week, apparently. So I got ready for a normal day at school and headed out the door on the way to my bus stop. All was well and good until actually boarding the bus. While climbing the stairs, my right foot slipped on the wet metal floor of the bus and my shin came crashing down on the hard metal. Dread flooded my heart as the shocking sensation washed over my body, and my eyes went shut. 
 
 I lived like this up until time jumped 3 years later over the course of a month and I just could n't take the constant time jumping. Every single time a pain was ever inflicted on me, time would jump forward. The pain had to stop. I did not care what would happen next as long as I did n't feel this way anymore. 
 
 I assumed pills would be the quickest and easiest way to do it. One night, after telling my family I loved them just enough so it would n't raise suspicion, I took a bottle of sleeping pills to my bed and swallowed them while bathing in my own tears. It took 5 minutes for me to cry myself to sleep, virtually exhausted from all the time jumps. 
 
 I woke up to a notification on my phone from my mom's number in a pool of vomit in my own bed reading: `` Thought you could escape so easily? < 3'' 
 
 The time? 6:47 PM, December 8th. 

