My name’s Carol, I’m 19 years old, and for the last couple of months, I think I’ve gained the ability to slow down time. Now, when I say that, I don’t mean that I’ve learned how to control it. It sort of just happens sometimes whenever I get stressed out.
It first started a couple of months ago, like I said, when I was getting stressed out during my first week of college classes. I had a bunch of projects due, and it felt like I didn’t have time to do any of them, and the next thing I knew, time was slowing down around me. The worst part of it though, was that it wasn’t as fun as I originally thought it would be.
When it first happened I was trying to catch my breath, when I realized that while I was breathing in, the air itself wasn’t entering my lungs fast enough because of how slow time was going, I guess. So instead of catching my breath, it felt like I couldn’t breathe at all.
After that, it felt like my vision was getting blurry and flat, which I assume was because of the light not being able to reach my eyes fast enough to reflect on, so everything became hard to see, which worsened my already heavy breathing, and my increasingly fastening heart rate.
To top it all off, I could feel my eyes filling up with tears, and I was terrified that because of time slowing down, I wouldn’t be able to have them fall down my face, and I would end up losing my vision completely because of it. The next thing I know though, I feel someone’s arm on my shoulder, and I feel time speeding up to normal again, as they ask me if I’m ok.
Ever since then, this has happened multiple times, and all of them are triggered by some kind of stressful situation I’m in, like some demented superpower. I haven’t told anyone about it, and I’m worried to, because I don’t want to look crazy to them for telling them that I have the ability to slow down fucking time. Like anyone would actually believe that.
I’m writing this because the last time it happened, yesterday in my dorm room, I felt like I was going to die. I didn’t have any way of snapping out of it, and if I couldn’t stop it, I knew that I would die eventually from it, and the thought terrified me. I was only able to return time to normal by calling out for help, which thankfully worked, with some people coming in to return everything to normal. I had to come up with some dumb excuse for why I needed help, since I knew they wouldn’t believe me either.
If I do die from this stupid power, I want people to know what happened, because I don’t want it ending up as some unsolvable mystery. If I do die, it’ll be from a heart attack or something from the lack of oxygen in my body. That’s how it works, right?
Either way, this’ll be a way to reveal the truth to anyone who cares if and when it happens. I don’t have any living family members, so I guess the only people who would care would be my roommate and any friends I make here before it happens. I don’t know how much time I have left, but at least I know that if I find a way to control it, I’d make a pretty badass superhero. All I’d need is a hero name, and a costume. Maybe that’ll be my project over break.
Thanks for reading, and I’m sorry if you’re reading this, because it probably means I’m dead,
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