text: It’s difficult to live in the shadow of yourself. It’s also nearly impossible. Unless you’re me. Unless you live in two separate worlds. Dimensions. I should say dimensions because one of me is in the future, and the other is in the present. Well, one of me was in the future. And now that me is dead. Have you ever been murdered? Of course not. I have. I can’t say I recommend the experience. I wasn’t even kidnapped, or shot in the street. I was a statistic. I was one of 43 students who died in a shooting at Webster High School in Webster, Wisconsin. I shouldn’t use was, but that me is dead, and this me is alive. I’m alive in Chicago, Illinois. And I’m going to stop the shooting and save them. Us. I only have 11 hours and 12 minutes to stop this from happening. I have until 3:12 pm, CST. I know the shooter’s name is Mitchell Dupree, and I know he is in AP Biology first period, which begins in exactly five hours. I’ve got my work cut out for me. Sweat. Cold sweat. That’s how I remember it. Dying, that is. I was so nervous, but it was quick, in the back of a dilapidated math classroom, the only light from the overhead. Yeah. We still used overheads. Used. Used. Past tense. It was only one classroom. 43 students in AP Statistics. That’s ironic. We were, are, statistics. Maybe if our school had spent money on making classes smaller, instead of building a new football field, there would only be 25 lost souls. I bet the school board never thought of that. Mitchell Dupree. He sat with me. Sits. He sits with me. Quiet kid. Its always the quiet ones, I suppose. Mitchell seemed nice... That is until he put a bullet through poor Ms. Dodd’s head. The sweet spinster who loved numbers more than her 12 cats. Loves. The past tense is creeping up on me, stalking my every move. It knows. It knows I shouldn’t be here now. Dr. Langdon says its my “condition”. “multiple personality disorder” he claims. Dr. Langdon is a crock. This is real. It is all real. Why won’t they listen to me? My friend listens to me. Mitchell. He’s nice. He lives in the mirror above the bathroom sink. We have big plans today. At 3:12 pm.