Sarah Wilson thought that she had it all, until she didn't, but now she lay here in the middle of the road with her blood coming out of places that it shouldn't be. And she never saw it coming, but she didn't see a lot coming. What Sara regretted was allowing herself to live with such ignorance and faith of people who do not deserve it. Her vision was getting blurry as she watched her car that was being driven by her half-sister, Veronica Walker way from her after it was used to hit her. What made this even worse was that her husband, Allen Wilson, was in the passenger's seat.

Veronica gleefully let her know that they had been planning on getting rid of her for a while; they just chose to get rid of Veronica's husband, well, late husband Jared Walker, first. A few months ago, he was hit by a car, and Sarah condoled her half-sister. She wanted to be there for her, and now it made her sick as she was losing the feeling in her body that she did, and that others would do the same for Allen.

Everything was hazy, and all she felt was humiliation and anger. She didn't deserve this, and neither did Jared. She didn't want to die, but Sarah could tell she was going to. There was nothing she could understand about how Veronica and Allen betrayed and hurt her. Veronica was literally her sister, and she had been with Allen since high school.

Her vision was darker now, and she was fighting to keep her eyes open, but that was useless, so Sarah vowed that if there was another life, she would do everything differently and that she would make sure that she and Jared survived.

There was a sense of nothingness, and it felt like nothing and forever at the same time, almost like madness.

That was until she opened her eyes, and it was ten years in the past, before she married Allen, and before Veronica met Jared.

Before she was whisked back to ten years ago, Sarah was in another realm.

She was floating. White stretched all around her, filled with tiny, black words.

A voice echoed in the whiteness.

"You're not supposed to be here."

Well I didn't ask to be here! Sarah wanted to scream. But her mouth won't cooperate, she glared angrily at the words.

"Go," the voice urged "Change the past, this is your only chance."

The whiteness changed.

The words were erased, around her was now a white emptiness.

Then, ink started to blossom on the white. forming the words:

Chapter Two

"A new chapter..." the voice whispered "A new future..."

The ink blossomed into new words.

It was ten years in the past, before she married Allan, before Veronica met Jared...

Sarah landed in her childhood backyard feeling like the air had been sucked from her lungs. She rolled out from beneath the old swing set, twelve years old and awkward, dressed in dungarees and neon pink sneakers.

She had loved those sneakers. She had forgotten about them.

“Sarah!” Veronica called. “Where’s Benjamin?”

”Who?”

”Benjamin! The kid I’m supposed to be babysitting, if you’ve lost him, I swear to God, I’m gonna kill you—” Veronica appeared at the back door, two grilled cheeses balancing in her hands, sixteen and wearing too-tight jeans.

“I’m here!” Benjamin yelled, peeking his head from around the shed. “Your sister sucks at hide and go seek, by the way.”

Veronica tutted. “We don’t use that kind of language, Benjamin.”

He shrugged. “Mom lets me.”

They all went into the kitchen, and Veronica poured them both a glass of juice, and Sarah tried not to feel weird being served juice and grilled cheese and milk and cookies because she was supposed to be twelve, not twenty-two, and Veronica hadn’t even started college yet, let alone meet Jared.

That evening, she tried to be casual about it, to play the role of the annoying little sister when she appeared in Veronica’s doorway, holding her hostage as her nails dried, which prevented her from throwing stuff at her and telling her to get out.

“Veroincaaaa,” she started. “What kinda thing do you like in a boyyyy?”

Veronica’s nose crumpled. “Ew, Sarah. Don’t talk about things like that with me, aren’t you like, eight?”

”I’m twelve!”

”Yeah, well. Why, does someone have a crush?”

“No, but you dooo,” I teased.

She straightened up immediately. “No, I don’t!”

”Well I don’t know, is he cute and artsy and short with floppy black hair?” I asked, trying to describe Jared as best I could, to see if she ever loved him.

“No, ew! Do I look like a hipster emo freak to you? No, Jonathan is hot, and blonde, and he’s on the swim team, and—“

”Jonathan Stone? Veronica Hayes has a crush on Jonathan Stone!”

Veronica’s face drained of colour as she realized what she’d said. “No, I don’t! Get out!”