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August 2022 Fiction Contest
August 25, 2022
I’m stuck. I don’t know how to stop this, I think it’s too late. All I have left is memories. My name is Sofia Robin. I’m fourteen, or I think I am. I don’t know how long I’ve been here, minutes, hours, centuries?
It feels like time’s in a loop, replaying over and over. The last thing I remember was my mom’s car hitting the one in front of us. Ever since, it’s like I’ve been in another world. Everything’s disorienting, nothing’s familiar. I can’t get out.
I’m stuck. I don’t know how to stop this.
I think it’s too late.
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