[ WP ] You become your child self again for a day with your current mindset , but if you do anything differently , you life will morph around that difference and fast forward you to your current time with the changes .

I stare out into the ocean of history as waves of time ebb and crash against the beach. Memories like granules of sand scratch my toes, rough and course against my feet. The sky is warping around the dying sun, soon to be a hole wormy and twisted. This place is a visualization, a construction of the imagination. Third dimensional beings can not fathom chronospace and multi level dimensions so the mind fills in the blanks as best as it can. One grain of sand rises to eye level and a single memory expands in my mind. A tidal wave crashes down on the banks of time. I'm drowning down deep into the past, crushed by the cosmic water. 
 
 I surface about a decade ago. My neurons are overwritten like a word document being saved over. My brain is filled with my present consciousness and my younger self fades into my subconscious. Sleep for now. Sleep. The concrete walls of the high school I teach at have been replaced by the brick and mortar of the middle school I once attended. Quantum uncertainty, my future has not yet come to pass. Anything I do now will reroute the established road. I must not change anything. 
 
 Unstable in my adolescent body, I stumble and fall to the ground. Laughter erupts in front of me, spewing forth from the maw of a pale skinned boy. No. Of all times and places I could have been sent to, why here with him? 
 
 `` Hey lookit, this guy's eyes are so small he ca n't even see where he's goin!'' 
 
 Not Seth. I do n't think I can go through this again. But I must. I will not change anything. 
 
 `` Go back to China. Nobody wants you here.'' His voice cracked. I look up and see that disgusting dandelion hair, that face like a rat's ass. 
 
 I remember what I said back then, with a hollow heavy heart I followed the script. `` I'm Korean.'' 
 
 `` Chinese, Japanese, you're all the same. Ching chong you chink.'' 
 
 Screw the timeline. My fist shot outwards, flying through the air like a shooting star. Crunch. Cartilage crumples underneath my knuckles and his nose bends at an odd angle. Blood all over the floor. For once in his life he's at a loss for words. 
 
 Too late, he raises his hands. No half measures. You'll never hurt me again. In the original past I held my tongue, restrained from using my strength and skill against you. That was a mistake, one I wo n't make again. Now, an overwhelming show of force is necessary. Flashy. I spin in place before hitting him with a tornado kick. Down. As soon as he hits the ground, the walls start to twist and time turns once more. 
 
 There's a vortex of maybes and will bes as I awake to another reality. My former bully is not the one beaten on the floor. It's a girl my age, with black hair and black eyes. My hand is raised, and her blood is dripping from my fingers. 
 
 She begs and cries for mercy. I backhand her and she whimpers. No one hurts me. Never again. I am strong. I am the one who hurts others. I will never be hurt again. She is mine, and she tried to leave. I wo n't let her hurt me. 
 
 I have no job and I have never finished high school. But I am strong. I am in control. 
 
 Violence is my answer. Violence is the solution. 

