"I Relive Every Day Multiple Times. Today Ends Badly" Creepypasta

for me yesterday was Tuesday the day before that was also Tuesday the rest of today will be Tuesday tomorrow could be Tuesday too but I won't know until I get there it isn't that hard to explain you like most people experience every day once there's a certain poetry in that although most people don't see it it means every day is your only shot you don't get to try again because what you do has permanence beautiful unmistakable permanence you have the certainty that what you do today will continue to be what you did today when you wake up tomorrow morning that's a luxury I don't have I've had my curse for several years though it was only a month ago when it began it was a Monday in September I woke up it was raining outside I had a bowl of Cheerios I showered and brush my teeth then I went to school I'm at high school I will be forever at this rate my first class was algebra two and God was it boring I couldn't pay attention to any of it then I had equally boring adventures in English US history and physics after that came lunch I ate with my friend Samantha I've known her for at least two years she's only known me for about four months but I like to think that because I know her so well that she gets just as much out of our friendship we were eating lunch in our school's library we always eat there it's kind of like our tradition her parents have been fighting a lot lately she confided in me divorce was imminent honestly it'd be a sweet relief those were her exact words I nodded teenage boys never know what to say when it really matters all I could do was look around at the other kids in the library slackers trying hard to finish that last assignment nerds playing Magic the Gathering quiet brains reading in the corner we talked and ate until the bell rang then we both went to our separate classes I had Spanish and my creative cooking class then the school day was over there was track practice after school but I decided to ditch and just go home and static there was a dull pain developing in my stomach that made me think I was getting sick when I got home I flipped on the TV and watched for a few hours intermittently checking the internet or doing my homework my parents didn't get home until later that evening when they finally did around 9 or 10 o'clock we ate reheated hamburgers and watched part of an episode of Dexter together they were too tired to make it through the whole thing don't spend the entire night in front of the TV good night they told me after the episode ended I went to bed it didn't take long for me to fall asleep the next morning I woke up the sound of rain tapping my window filled my ears I ate a bowl of Cheerios showered and brushed my teeth I then went to school I went to algebra two and it was even more boring than the day before I already knew all this stuff why learn it again then I went to English US history in physics each one boring repetitive and pointless I met Samantha in the library for lunch nothing new to report I told her school is as dull as ever then she told me about her parents said they had been fighting lately that they were thinking about getting a divorce wait didn't you tell me all this yesterday I asked no I don't think so I nodded obviously she had but it wasn't time to harp on her about her forgetfulness I kind of hope they get divorced honestly it would be a sweet release they haven't gotten along for years a sweet release that phrase sounded so familiar I think you said that yesterday to run when we ate lunch are you talking about my gaze drifted from her to the people around us a group of less popular kids playing Magic the Gathering a boy who always talked too much in class putting the finishing touches on a paper a small mousy girl reading in the corner by herself all of them in the same place they had been the day before Martin are you okay you're acting weird Samantha shook my shoulder everything seems so familiar I told her I was fine and that I was just having a strange day deja vu I said we finished lunch together I went to my remaining three classes I had track practice but I felt sick to my stomach so I went home instead my parents weren't there when I got home I waited for them like I had the day before my dogs kept me company while I watched TV the same channels showed the same shows when my parents came home we had leftovers again hamburgers we watched part of an episode of Dexter we've already seen this one my mom shook her head said she didn't remember it my dad agreed with her said Netflix says this was the next unplayed episode they were too tired to finish watching as they ascended the stairs too bad my dad turned to tell me something I knew what he was going to say the words left in my mouth first don't spend the entire night in front of the TV ma took the words right out of my mouth night kiddo the feeling of deja vu blared in my mind that day had been exactly the same as the day before as I lay down in bed I noticed my phone for the first time Monday September 19th panic started setting in had I dreamt my whole day ahead of time were my memories of the day fake I tossed and turned in bed worrying eventually exhaustion forced my frantic mind to sleep the next day was the same and the next same conversation about divorce with Samantha same boring classes same half episode of Dexter with my parents I thought the same thing that anyone else would be thinking somehow I had ended up in a low-budget version of the movie Groundhog Day for five days this went on it was funny on the evening of the fifth consecutive Monday shortly before I fell asleep I promised myself that if tomorrow was the same I was going to go to a hospital and have them figure out what was wrong with me but on day six everything was different we were out of Cheerios my classes taught different lessons and Samantha didn't show up to school her parents had apparently taken her out so they could talk to her about the divorce my phone finally stopped reading Monday the 19th and instead read Tuesday the 20th I've never felt relief like that before that was until the next day the cheerio box remained empty Samantha was gone and my phone broke the same horrible news to me as the day before it was Tuesday the 20th the next seven consecutive days were Tuesday the 20th with every repeated day I feared that I had fallen into some sort of time loop but on what would have been the ninth Tuesday it became Wednesday Wednesday repeated four times Thursday repeated three times Friday repeated nine times and so on and so on most days repeats somewhere between three and six times every day resets back to the moment I woke up sometimes I change the things I do I turn left instead of going right when I know there'll be a car accident I've had I avoid people who are going to be in bad moods I skip watching TV because I already know what each character is going to say and each scene here's the thing though only the last day takes so if I repeat is a Monday four times and on the third instance of that Monday I wrecked my car but I didn't track on the fourth Monday then I wouldn't have a wrecked car when it became Tuesday I know what you're thinking that's a silver lining right I can do anything I want to anyone and it doesn't matter because it'll all be erased at midnight but there's a problem I can never tell when a day is going to be the last occurrence of that day the most I've ever had a day repeat itself is 17 times that was the day my grandmother died I was in the room with her just the two of us every time we were in the hospital where she was recovering from a bout of pneumonia her frame was bathed in sterile Hospital lights the hunched figure underneath those sheets looked more like a ghost than my grandmother she was looking at me her mouth opened and she started to say something but then all of a sudden she let out this god-awful scream it froze my blood and then she was gone heart failure no one could have seen it coming I tried warning the doctors a few times but they were never able to stop it after a while I just started letting it happen savoring every moment I had with her before they were gone when one of your loved one dies you get to walk away from it knowing that it's over but I had to relive her death over and over again 17 times I watched the life get ripped out of her body another day to get any easier there is a little bit of a pattern to when the day's repeat themselves I found that particularly difficult days the traumatic stressful days where you're just begging the universe to move on and let that day end they're the ones that repeat themselves the most every horror that I face whether emotional or physical I face over and over again sometimes it's like being in hell thus far I haven't had a reason to tell anyone about this they'll just think I'm crazy I don't appear to be ageing any quicker and although it can get boring sometimes I've grown pretty accustomed to the repetition plus I'd be remiss not to mention the benefit my grades have gotten much better because I've always seen the test answers beforehand I can make a little money betting on football and I usually get a redo when I say something stupid to a girl it's much harder to change big things because I only get to repeat one day at a time so I haven't saved anybody's life or anything like that until today I've never seriously considered telling anyone about this but I think I have to now today is the 9th consecutive Tuesday the 18th I've been through it might be the last Tuesday or maybe it won't be I need to tell someone about what happens because no matter how hard I try I can't find any way to prevent it here's how my day will go I wake up in the window-seat of an airplane outside all I can see is the ocean and a darkened sky my phone reads 4:00 a.m. wherever I am my family is on a red-eye to Japan our dream vacation my mother is sitting next to me and I decided to let her sleep for a while I turn on the little computer screen on the seat in front of me we still have seven hours to go on our flight I read for a while from a book I bought on the flight watership down if you were wondering then I doze off and on for a while around 6 a.m. everyone that I can see on the flight is still asleep except for this big guy sitting a couple rows in front of me he's a heavyset man in a white business shirt he gray slacks looks like a real mess of a guy balding dirty you know the type at 6 13 he unbuckles his seatbelt and stands up he fills the entire aisle and some of the seats next to him his head just barely reaches the ceiling the heavyset man puts a hand in the pocket of his slacks and he pulls out something black then there is yelling first from the man then from the people on the plane who are waking up everybody stay where you are who are you what are you doing shut up everyone's going to stay in their seat to be quiet I can see other men standing up farther down in the plane they all have guns these men are all dressed the same they're all middle-aged and dirty looking they're hijackers many passengers are crying there's a delirious woman in the row behind me who's hyperventilating and won't stop screaming the heavyset man walks over to her shut up please don't hurt us I said shut up there is a ringing in my ears and my vision blurs little droplets of red have covered the walls and the surrounding seats screams erupted from all sides of me a baby starts crying somewhere near the back of the plane that's what happens if you talk so everyone keep your goddamn mouth shut my mother grabs a hold of me tightly and the men keep their guns trained on us there must be at least 10 of them nobody moves an inch near the front of the plane I hear two more gunshots then I feel my stomach lurch forward the window shows an ocean that had once been perfectly flat it's now diagonal and growing larger every second the crash lasts only for a second down the aisle I see the plane disintegrate as it strikes the water my last memory is my mother's face being torn from her skull just as the words I love you disappear from her lips everything goes dark and my ears start ringing then I wake up it's 4:00 a.m. I'm on a red-eye flight to Japan with my family I have two hours to live the second time this happened I tried to warn the pilots they wouldn't listen to me the third time I tried to warn the other passengers one of the hijackers stood up and fired his gun at me before I could even finish telling them immediately after that I woke up I was still in my window seat and the fourth iteration of this day was beginning all around me again there was no chance of me trying to stop the hijackers there was simply too many of them I've told the flight attendants I've told my mom I've done everything I could strangely enough people don't believe you when you say a bunch of middle-aged men will crash your plane in two hours there's in plain Wi-Fi around the fifth time I woke up I snuck my mom's credit card out of her purse to pay for it I've tried contacting the government the TSA air control everything you can think of the hijackers always win there's far too many of them and there's too little time to warn everyone else I'm not sure how many times the stay will repeat itself maybe tomorrow I'll wake up and it will be Tuesday again or maybe I won't wake up at all this is the second time I've set this message table the first time didn't take I want to say a few things in case this reaches anyone I know to my family I love you you were always there for me no matter what to my friends thank you for putting up with me for all these years you've made life worth it especially Samantha Samantha if you get a chance to read this I've always had a crush on you even with thousands of repeated days I've never knew how to tell you until now I'm sorry I waited so long it's almost time for the hijackers to start so I guess I better go in case you haven't figured it out if you're listening to this that means this time it took and it means I'm already gone [Music]

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Length: 19min 8sec (1148 seconds)

Published: Sat Apr 29 2017