Back In Time With The Scarecrow

POV Johnathan

I woke up but not in my room, not even close. Instead of the grey walls being covered in toxin diagrams they where pure white and had a few pictures of me from when I was one to when I was 15 In place of my beat up sofa I was in my old bed from when I was a teen. I quickly stood up, I expected to feel the tile from when I was 15 and it was it. My mind started to race.

What’s going on. Where am I. Am I died. If I am dead is this the waiting room for hell. Am I in a coma. No this feels to real, and I wouldn’t see this I would see my studio. Could this be a dream. A side effect for being around to many toxins.

I ran across the hall. Like I expected it was my teenage bathroom. I shut the door behind me and looked at my self in the mirror and I was shocked at what I saw. Instead of being the forty something year old man I was me from when I was 16 or 17 instead of my lighter hair color which was a result of the fear gas toxins it was darker. And my eyes filled with their original color. My acne was back. I felt each part of my self to see if this was real. Then I heard my mother yell for me, “Jahnathan get down here now.”

If I learned anything from my teen years it was never ignore my mother. I ran down the stairs to see my mom holding out a stack of pancakes with a light candle. “Happy 16 birthday.” She smiled as she put the plate down on the small wooded diner table and pulled me into a bone shattering hug.

“Thanks.” I said sitting down. “Hey umm mom did something happen last night. Something weird.”

“Yes my young boy is 16.” She said pouring some orange juice in a green plastic cup.

“No mom I feel asleep a 46 year old.” I said trying to make sense of a subject that really made none.

“No son you fell asleep as a 15 year old. If I didn’t know any better I would think you and that girl of yours were drinking.” She shock her head and set the cup of juice down.

“What girl?” I honestly didn’t remember having a girlfriend, or anything like that.

“Umm what’s her name Ella, no. El, nope, uh.” Oh I remember this conversation. “Oh I remember Bella Hanson.”

“For the last time I am not dating nor do either of us have a crush on each other.” I said cleaning of my plate.

“Well I just thought because she seemed to be running late for something but she took time to drop off this gift. So I just assumed.” She said handing me it.

“Its okay. I better get ready for school.” I grabbed the stupid small wrapped gift box and ran to my room and threw the gift in the can. I started to start dressing. I threw some Levi jeans and a black plaid flannel shirt. I put a pair of dark red converse on. I put on some deodorant and some Old Spice.

I walked down the stairs and grabbed my keys to my motorcycle. I gave my mom a small hug and mounted it and started to drive. If I remember correctly it usually took me twenty to thirty minutes to get to school. That should give me time to rethink what has happened.

Okay some how I managed to come back in time. Is it a dream. No its to real has to be the first. But for what reason. To make me relive the worst years of my life. No. To make me regret my life. No then they or what ever it is would have sent me to my college years or my years when I worked at the asylum. Make me caught up on all of this and forget to make the toxin. Because I made the finished product this month. Possibly. Reek revenge on those who hurt me so so much. Perfect. And I think we both know who we should start with. The one who hasn’t moved from the column for almost thirty years. The one who gave me the name I have dreaded for years and years and years. Bella Hanson. Even the sound of her name is enough to make me gag on my on spit.

As I finished my final thought I pulled in to the school drive in. I parked in my usual spot right next to the deans and the principle. Following my old high school route I shook the sweat off of my head after my black helmet was taken off. I grabbed my black backpack which was a Jamesport and headed towards the entrance.

Although I don’t remember every single class I remember who I had every single class with. Bella Hanson.

Ugh. All what I need to do is find her fears and export them. My to do list is absolutely perfect. But just in case if this affect my future I will still do my school work.

I walked to the entrance in big lettering it said

“Gotham High school of the Eagles” I always said the day I say this again would be on my way to hell. Guess it should have a sign saying “Welcome to Hell” I guess that would be the day.

I walked over to the 300 hallways. I was about to enter it when Bella stepped in front of me. Her natural brown hair was slipping out on her blonde hair. It was curled and she had her bangs tied back showing off her bluish grey eyes. As for her clothes she was in pale pink dress that went to her knee, and a thin brown belt. As for her shoes they were brown tie up flats. She started to speak. “Happy Birthday Scarecrow.”

She called my that name that cursed name.

“What’s it to you.” I said coldly as I started to walk away from you.

I headed away when I hear her say softly, “Well bye scarecrow.”

Again that name.

I headed towards my first class which I remembered Physiology with Ms. Higgins. I took my seat ready to retake the same class I passed with exempt grades. Great.

~A/N~

So how are you guys. Do you like it. Sorry if it was short, I just really wanted to update. Anyways it 12:36 am right now so I have to cut this short. See yah later my crazies.