[ WP ] In the future , death row criminals can opt to be sent back in time to stop themselves from committing the crime .

I was young once. Angry, confused, desperate, anxious but young. I had all the time in the world as they say. Yet, I chose to use my time to do drugs and waste my time in an addled state of consciousness. I do n't even remember that day. The day that got me locked in here. It was all so fast, a blur, and in a drug-induced rush, I stabbed a poor old man. Some drifter probably wanting a bit of spare change. 
 
 That got me locked up. The world changed in 20 years. A new system was brought in to habituate change. Send prisoners back to stop the crime they originally started. After recent success, they decided to send me back. 
 
 I blinked slowly, adjusting to the new time. I was in downtown Chicago again. I didn ’ t have time to reminisce, where was I? Being high at the time, I was not too keen on my surroundings. According to the officials, I came to prison wearing baggy jeans and a grey hoodie. Perfect, how specific of me. 
 
 I was only given 5 minutes to do my thing and I needed all the time to give myself the talk I desperately needed. My head pounded, trying to remember my old habits. Where could I be? 
 
 A mess of brown hair caught my eye. Could it be? Baggy jeans, grey hoodie, about the same height. It looked like me, only one way to find out. I darted after myself, dodging the people walking in the square. Downtown was so crowded! Why would I do drugs here of all places? I placed a hand on what I believed to be myself. “ Excuse me, ” I started. He or I turned. It was me all right. Those cloudy blue eyes, that hooked nose belonged to me. It was eerie. My younger self looked confused. He slurred something. 
 
 “ I don ’ t have much time, you need to listen to me, ” I pleaded. 
 
 “ Woo are you? ” he stammered, “ I don ’ t have any money! ” 
 
 “ I don ’ t want your money, I need to tell you about changing the future! Our future! ” 
 
 “ Get away from me! ” he bellowed. With a flash, he grabbed at his hoodie pocket. In an instant, I understood everything. 
 
 “ No please, get away! ” I turned to run but it was too late. I felt the cold steel penetrate my back. As I fell, I felt everything start to go black. Maybe next time, I thought, maybe next time I ’ ll get it right. 

