[ WP ] Five teenage friends make a video-message for themselves to playback when they are older . Now they are in there 30 's and they all reunite to watch that video .

Trevor: `` Oh George, Tomorrow is exactly seventeen years from when we filmed that video. Is your VCR still working?'' 
 
 Me: `` For fuck sake Trevor, you still surprise me with how well you remember everything. Do n't you forget *anything*'' 
 
 That is the type of conversation we would have had. We would have been famous or some bullshit, you know. At the time we kings of the world, that was the attitude of we had as teenagers. Two years later and I'm a changed man and Trevor is dead. As a tribute I made sure that I never forget to watch the tape. We had made a little wooden locked box which housed the video. 
 
 Blowing of the dust and I put the tape into the VCR. I watched as the 13 year old me walked on the screen from behind where the camera would have been. I shouted `` Come on Trevor, this will be fun!... Oh just for five minutes. See say hello to the camera. Oh do n't mind him he is just a bit shy...'' 
 
 I continued to talk as if Trevor was standing there having an intelligent conversation with me and the camera. The real 30 year old me just stood back. I was confused. There was only myself on the screen, by now he ( my 13 year old self ) was throwing the ball against the wall and still talking to Trevor. I jumped back knocking my vitamins over, forcing myself to calm down I throw the vitamins that had now touched the ground, all of them, into the bin. 
 
 Me: `` Mum, What ever happened to Trever?'' 
 
 Mum: `` Dear, you he died in a horrific car accident'' 
 
 Me: `` Yeah, I know. I was just confused as I watch this tape that we had made together...'' 
 
 Mum: `` Calm down, I'll be there in an hour. We can talk about this when I get there ok.'' 
 
 Half an hour later my Mum and and a younger guy, around forty walked in. The guy, whom I did not know could n't look at me directly.'' My mum edged around my bed, looking me in the eye but struggling to keep her gaze. 
 
 Mum: `` Sweetie, Oh deary me. This is Trevor ( Pointing at the almost crying guy )'' 
 
 Me: `` Mum, I do n't'' 
 
 Trevor: `` Its all my fault.'' *Snuffle* 
 
 Mum: `` Its not, as hard as it is for me to say that, its not'' 
 
 I was terribly confused. Trevor *had* died. Trevor *had* been hit by a car! We had a *funeral!!! * 
 
 Trevor: `` I hit you while driving my car, I did n't mean to. I, I, I...'' 
 
 Mum: `` When we tried to explain the whole thing to you, you made your own imaginary Trevor'' 
 
 As the shock hit me I everything started to fade away. The last thing I saw was a tear running down my mothers check. The last thing I heard was her telling someone to pull the plug 
 
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