Chapter 1
2001
I did it. I hijacked the plane that caused 9/11. Not out of spite, I was forced. Well i had an option but it would kill way more people. All my family, (great great great grandparents, all cousins even the ones with numbers, (3rd cousins ect..), ALL my friends and ALL their family.(grandparents, cousins, same thing)
I wasnt really the one who did it, I just helped them. Though without my help, this wouldn't have happened.
2014
I cant stand this. I cant stop feeling guilty about what happened and what i did. I know its not my fault, but i killed so many innocent people. No ones found out it was me. Every time i walk the streets i get nervous that i got caught. Even worse next to police officers. I get so anxious. I would turn myself in, like a good person, but its been 13 years, its way to late. I would probably go to jail for waiting so long + hijacking the plane obviously. Im pretty sure the people who did it died. I cant find information on them anywhere. They had a whole conpany too. It just doesnt make sense.
2022
It had been 8 more years. I still felt guilty at the time. I couldnt stand the guilt anymore so i did the only possible thing to help. I ended it. I jumped off a cliff thousands of feet in the air. All i felt in the few fast seconds was sadness. I knew i was going to die and i regretted jumping so much. When i got to afterlife, i begged and begged and begged God for a second chance at life. He made a deal with me. "I will send you back as a different person but at the same age you died at. I will also give you all your knowledge, including the 9/11 incident. You must live happily even while knowing you did it" He said. I accepted. He was right. I was 41 and had all my knowledge. I lived my life so happily and barely worried about anything. Dont waste your time being sad.
