Day One-

I remember the day very vividly. It started off rather simply and seemed like it was just going to fall into the monotonous cycle. I got up early, checked the time it was 5:38 am, March 18th, then headed for school. In one of my classes I saw Wilma's beautiful smile. Ahh. The only thing that brings me solace in these boring days I thought. She was beautiful, rich, kind, and seemingly the perfect person. Then later that day I was walking back from school as was Wilma (we lived on the same road) and while she was walking on the crosswalk a truck came a little too fast. Naturally, given the moment I shoved her away just in time but I wasn't so lucky and well splat.

Day Two One-

I woke up suddenly in a fright and patted my body around thinking it was a mere dream. So then I went to school and saw Wilma's smile again. Then on the walk home the truck came again. This time I wasn't really paying attention as I thought no way what happened in my dream is going to happen again.

Day Three One-

Okay now that it happened twice I was pretty sure it wasn't a dream also I should mention that these entries I write on the day after the day so day ones entry was written on day two excetra excetra. So today repeated much the same as the two days prior to it had except this time I convinced Wilma to stay after school and nobody got ran over and everyone was happy. Feeling pretty confident that I had ended the cycle, I went to bed.

Day Four One-

I woke up and much to my chagrin the day repeated again which I found out after checking my phone. This time I tried to just do nothing and just stayed home all day.

Day Five One-

Woke up, same day again and this time skipped school but went to find the vehicle that would cause the inevitable accident, it wasn't very difficult as it was a small town and had very few heavy duty trucks and then I popped its tires and made sure it wasn't driven then went home and headed to bed.

Day Six One-

Woke up, same day. Tired. Just used today to think.

Day Seven One-

Confused. Thinking didn't help very much. Just tried calling in a threat to school to get it cancelled for the day. Then went to sleep.

Day Fourteen One-

I have been thinking for the past few days. What is causing this? How does this make sense? Why am I not dead? How do I get out of the loop?

Day Twenty-one One-

Decided to rest a few more things over the past few days and thought I'm just gonna try everything till something works. None of the things I tried worked btw.

Day Thirty Five One-

Why won't it end? Why do I have to suffer so many awful fates? Why do the good ends not stay?

Day One Hundred One-

I'm beginning to lose my mind here. Same day, every day. Nothing works.

Day Three Hundred Sixty Five One-

One year of the same day. I thought my life was monotonous before but this is truly much much worse.

Day One Thousand One-

Let me be free. Let me just stop this madness. I think I'm gonna take a few thousand day break.

Day Five Thousand One-

That did not really help at all. I'm just gonna keep throwing myself at the day until I succeed.

Day Ten Thousand One-

I have only one more idea. I'm just going to do exactly what I did the first day. It's my last hope. So, I go through the day normally and shove her out of the way of the truck while getting hit.

Day Ten Thousand One-

I wake up this time feeling weak and hearing beeping noises and a bright light. It seems like a hospital. I'm gonna try to draw the attention of the nurses.

Day Ten Thousand Three-

It's hard to draw their attention and took until today for me to do so. My voice and body was just so weak that I couldn't speak or move until today where I managed to let out a whisper. I was told that I have had been in a coma for ten thousand days.

Day Ten Thousand Four-

I wake up to see a beautiful middle aged women who tells me she's Wilma and that this whole time her family has been looking out for me here. She tells me she loves me and we decide to get married in three years.

Day Ten Thousand Three Hundred Eighty Four-

Wilma writing. Yesterday Frankie the boy who saved me many years ago has died. I feel the need to give solace to the many people. He wrote all of these from memory to remember the past. In his coma he wrote them in his journal after every day.

El Fin