[ WP ] You wake up on exact date of your 5th birth date in your 5 year old body , with your current memory .

It was just another day, I woke up and realized that I missed the alarm to go to school. 
 
 I shot out of bed to get ready, and I immediately knew that something was wrong. My room was completely different. My walls were bright pink and I had my old Hannah Montana bed sheets I used to use when I was a young girl. 
 
 I trembled as I looked down and saw my small hands, long hair, and tiny feet. 
 *what the fuck is going on* 
 
 I wanted to scream, yet I was too afraid of my surroundings. *What is real? Am I dreaming? * I repeatedly punched my arm until I had a bruise, and pinched myself all over and I did n't wake up. 
 *This is real life* 
 
 I looked all around my room, went through my clothes and toys, and everything seemed familiar... Familiar items that I owned 10 years ago. 
 I peeked outside my bedroom and went through my house to see my mother cleaning the kitchen. 
 `` Woke up pretty late this morning Pumpkin. Want breakfast?'' 
 I froze. This is what my mom looked like 10 years ago. This is the house I lived in 10 years ago. This is *fucked* 
 `` Are you okay Angela? You do n't look so well.'' 
 
 I merely responded, `` I'm alright, I just feel a little sick. Maybe getting some food in my system will help, I'd like some breakfast. Thank you.'' 
 She looked sort of astonished. Maybe 
 I should n't speak like that, since I look like a tiny child. This is just way too much for me to handle. But what am I supposed to do? How do I change this? All of my memories are completely foggy, but these are a few things that I do remember: 
 
 1 ) I have lived to be 15 
 2 ) My mother and myself definitely look younger than usual 
 3 ) All my current items are what I used to possess as a toddler 
 
 My younger-mother made me pancakes and bacon, just how she used to make them before she broke down after dad left us. I guess he hadnt left us *yet*? 
 At this point, I'm sort of adapting to my surroundings. Maybe everything is still sinking in at this point.. I do n't know. 
 My mother told me to go lay down in my room because I did n't look so well, I was pale and dizzy from all of this confusion and internal freak-out I was experiencing. I needed answers. 
 
 I decided to investigate my room once more, this time in depth. I looked through my closet, drawers, nightstand, everything, and all I found was candy and some arts and crafts that I made. I decided to actually lay down, and as I was adjusting myself I felt a piece of paper under my pillow. 
 *Hey Angela, this is me, Angela. I hope you're taking all of this alright, this all must be very overwhelming for you. When you turn 8, dad will start doing sexual things to you ( me ). The first night it happens, dad will lay next to you and start putting his hands in places that they do n't belong. That is NOT okay. No matter how he rationalizes it, it is wrong and I want you to remember that. In my lifetime, I did n't say a word until I was 15. Mom had an absolute breakdown and dad made her feel crazy for thinking I was telling the truth, leaving her, with her dumbfounded on what's real, and she eventually went absolutely insane, into a depression that led her to pretty much stay in bed all day while she fed off of whatever the government would give her to feed me. I could barely even talk to her, I felt like she was mad at me for not telling her sooner. I blamed myself for all of this and ended up hanging myself. The guilt and disgust was unbearable. I woke up in a bright room, with a man with the most beautiful voice I have ever heard give me two options. To end my life right then and there, or restart from a very young age to give myself a warning to make things right again. I took this opportunity, and he let me leave this note for you. Do n't let dad to anything to you. Just be cool and relive life like it needs to be lived. Do n't do what I did. You will be fine, tell mom what dads doing as soon as you see signs of it about to happen. You are not a bad person. I wish you the best of luck. If this is too much for you to handle, just reply on the back of this note saying you want to opt out. * 
 *Love, Angela* 
 
 I cried for hours after reading this. Mom eventually came in to check on me and asked me what was wrong, and I just told her I loved her and I was just having a bad day. I read that note 20 years ago, and I changed my whole life around. 
 
 I was always ahead of the other kids in class, and I ended up putting that asshole in prison the moment he laid a hand on me. My mom and I created a stronger bond than I ever thought was possible. 
 Whoever, or whatever gave me a second chance has done me a great deal, and I'm excited for the day that we will meet again. 
 
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