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(AAA…) UNCERTAINTY
🕑 Added 2025-08-04 06:26:06 +0000 UTCIt was safe to say Taylor was relieved.
It wasn't to say that she was joyous, or even elated. Those emotions felt too distant, and too large for where she was now. After all, the truth was that she didn't know if she was cured of the thing that had wormed its way inside her since the first time the day repeated, the thing that had stitched her life to that single moment of death, again and again.
But she was relieved because she was alive. The world hadn’t reset. There'd been no sudden twist, no last-second death around the corner. No one had shoved a knife between her ribs in the hallway; no truck had swerved off the road to collide with her; no freak gas leak had ignited and claimed her life; no sniper had done their job horrendously; and no bird had dropped a shard of glass from the sky into her throat, or some random bullshit like that.
She was breathing, she was still in the hospital, so, for the first time in what felt like an eternity, she was free. At least, for now. But that freedom didn't come with celebration. It came with a strange hollowness, like a scream that had lost its voice, or a quiet insistence pressing at the edges of her thoughts that was impossible to ignore.
That, in itself, was terrifying.
Because now she had questions. The kinds that didn’t come with answers one would typically like but, for the life of her, she couldn't guess at.
Why?
Why had the loop broken this time? Was it because she climbed into the locker on her own, as if accepting it stripped the moment of its power? Or had she unknowingly passed some test, fulfilled some hidden requirement the world—or whatever force ruled it—had set? Had climbing into the locker been the rule she was meant to break? Or had it always required someone else to intervene?
And more importantly, was this truly the end of it? Or was this just the beginning of a new loop?
Taylor stared at the ceiling, her hands folded across her stomach atop the comfortable hospital blanket. The fluorescent lights bzzt softly above her, casting everything in pale, sterile tones, and for the first time since that awful morning—since 4:37—her body felt still. Her heart wasn’t racing, there was no tremble in her limbs, and most importantly, she didn’t feel that dreadful clarity she’d come to associate with death, the surreal calm that settled in when she knew the end was coming.
But even peace had an edge as the questions still haunted her.
What if she was just in a different kind of loop now? What if surviving yesterday meant entering a version of the same cycle, only with updated rules she hadn't discovered yet, like some kind of cruel escalation? Maybe this time she had to say the right words, save the right person at the right moment, be in the right place, or become something else entirely.
Maybe she had to suffer through it again before she understood the new game, and die differently to move forward.
The possibilities made her stomach twist. She didn’t want to think about it, but she had to. If the last cycle had taught her anything, it was that ignoring the pattern never stopped the inevitable. Whatever this was, if it wasn’t over, then she had to be ready.
And yet… maybe this really was the end. Maybe Greg—Greg Veder, of all people—and his act of kindness had been the variable no one could’ve accounted for. A classmate she barely noticed, whose awkward sense of morality just happened to intersect with her lowest moment. Maybe that was all it took to become a human glitch in a supernatural system, taking advantage of things fate hadn't planned for.
She didn’t know what to believe. She didn't even know how to begin to believe. So, for now, she chose the only thing she could believe:
Today wouldn’t repeat.
Today was hers.
She sat up slowly, wincing as the IV pulled a little at her skin. Her muscles were stiff, but there was no accompanying blood, rot, or filth under her nails or in her injuries, only a dull ache and a sense of fragile, unfamiliar safety.
The television behind the curtain droned on quietly about some nature documentary. A nurse walked past the door humming a tune, shoes squeaking on tile. And somewhere nearby, a printer spat out a report. The world moved on around her, unaware that for her, time had stood still for far too long.
It was all so normal that it almost felt unreal.
Taylor leaned back against the pillow and let her eyes drift shut again, not out of despair this time or a desire to escape her present reality. She was just… tired. Something close to peace had settled over her, and though she also felt emotionally wrung out and stripped bare, for the first time in what felt like forever, she allowed herself the tiniest sliver of hope.
There were no deaths today, and no loops. Today was just one beautiful, boring, uncertain day.
And that, unbelievably, was enough.
Comments
OnAHiatus
Might even allow me to continue the story from another’s POV—so we can really see how insane Taylor is becoming—then switching back to her where necessary.
Dragonin
Glad that she found a way forward, although breaking the loop required something almost… ritualistic Between the change in behavior and being apparently willing to enter the locker, I could see someone investigating a possible M/S situation especially with the proximity of a Ward
OnAHiatus
I'll make a poll today so you guys can decide what Taylor’s next loop would be. I'll be the one to figure out how she would break it.
