70 Years Passed When I Woke Up! Novels & Stories

" Oh finally you are awake , I was beginning to get worried" " How long have I been asleep, it just feels like hours".. my aunt smiled " you've been asleep for five days now and everyone now thinks you're dead and buried right behind the house " .. I jumped up happily I was finally free , free from Brian and the beginning of a new life ,I immediately felt obnoxious as I rushed to the toilet to vomit.

A week passed by. Until now, I couldn’t believe that I came back to the year 2022, eight years ago from the present. After I died from the accident, I opened my eyes and found that my 37-year-old body became 29-year-old again. No wrinkles and healthier bones. I regained my youth in just a flash. At first, I thought that it was all a dream. But no dream would last until a week. Besides, the place, the sounds, and the scenery around me, they all look too real for a dream. All in all, it took me long days to believe this improbable scenario.

I conceded, I needed to talk about it anyway, I could feel the familiar sting once again as I raised my eyes to look at everyone in the room, confusion and anxiety all over their faces, "What do you mean?" Brandon asked this time, Lisa slowly stood from where she lay beside Brandon walking over to me, "He freaking doesn't even remember me" I cried out, "Wait, what, he is awake?...why didn't you say anything?" Jace exclaimed this time, "Paige, please calm down, what do you mean by he doesn't remember you?" Lisa asked drawing me in for a hug, "He woke up like an hour and thirty minutes ago, I was so excited and all, but then he turned to me and the first thing he asked me was 'who I was'" I a

Immediately the scene was wiped off, I let out a yell and ran back from where I was coming from, ran back into 2001, and I opened my eyes in reality The first thing I asked Mom when I woke up was, "Mom, what year are we in?" She said, "2001. Why?" I heaved a sigh of relief and ran to the babies' cot to find them peacefully asleep. They were still babies. I kissed them on the cheeks and looked back at mom. She looked at me as if I was very weird. I'm sure she was wondering what has come over me. I then brushed past mom and went back to my room. I sat at my desk and pulled the drawer where the pouch was lying. But the door opened immediately, so I shut back the drawer in time.

Kianna Have you ever woken up completely paralyzed, trapped in your own body? That was me. My alarm blared at 6:24 a.m. Usually, I find a weird satisfaction in the number twenty-four, but today it offered zero comfort. I aggressively slapped the screen to snooze it for five minutes, desperate to slip back into the blank numbness of sleep. When the second alarm shrieked at 7:24 a.m., the heavy, rhythmic sounds of someone moving in the kitchen echoed down the hall.

Not in the ways that mattered. Ten years had passed since I had woken up in that abandoned greenhouse, delirious and confused with a fog in my head that took weeks to go away. A decade went by, and I had lived an entire lifetime in that span; I had suffered, survived, and worked hard as hell to rebuild what had been taken.

I waited in confusion, expecting Samuel to explain himself, but he simply smiled and said, "Darling, have you really forgotten the photo you took yourself?" He ruffled my hair as if nothing had happened, then turned and stepped out to take the call. I had been in a coma for three years, but I wasn't stupid. I clearly remembered never taking such photos. Samuel was lying to me. He came back soon after and said, "Something's come up at work. I need to head out. Don't wait up."

In order to change their minds, I visited them at their homes one by one and explained basic psychology to them. A month later, one of the villagers sought me out himself. More and more villagers came to trust me after that, and they fought to consult me, filling my days to the brim. Little did I know that Harold would manage to find me in such a secluded place. When I saw him, I thought that I'd mistaken him for someone else. It'd only been a month since I left, but he looked as weathered as a man in his 50s. He'd grown out a moustache; it was obvious that he didn't bother with his appearance.

And hearing it, I am flabbergasted as heck as my mate. There was silence between Pryce and me as we try to sink in the information in our minds. Thirty fudging years? Who the heck would think... that long? We were gone with all those years? We were under the damn ground right there outside? Oh, damn, the tree that was hit by lightning. The tree! That's why I was looking at it strangely earlier. It has grown into that big because it was a long time has passed. Oh, fudge, how old am I? Are we? How old was I yesterday? I was... Two hundred and thirty-nine years old. Then add thirty years. Fudge, math, it's making my head hurt! "Wow, that was... A long time." I uttered as I don't really know how

“Then do better.” I gasped awake, my chest heaving as reality crashed back. The silk sheets beneath me were damp with sweat, twisted around my legs like restraints. For a moment, I couldn’t remember where I was—not that suffocating study, not seven years old, but here. Now. Twenty-eight and still haunted. My throat was sandpaper-dry.