I dragged my beat up body under the desk, lying on my back, then pulled the office chair into the desk to be out of view when they got here. I could hear heavy footsteps reaching this floor as my eyelids grew heavier. I coughed up some blood before everything faded to black...

***

I stood in an apartment that seemed really familiar. All of the items there seemed pretty old. A big fat CRT TV in the living room, a mattress plopped in front of it, a white fat computer monitor, Barty the dragon toys on the ground; all within a small one room apartment. I've been here before... I saw a toddler run out from the bedroom calling for his mom.

"Mommy, Mommy, look what I found!" he yelled happily.

Mom popped her head out of the kitchen and knelt before the kid. "What is it, sweetie?" Wait a sec, that's my mom! Why's she so young? Why can't they see me?

"Here! Here!" exclaimed the boy, sticking out a small clenched fist. Mom opened her hand below his, only to see, to her horror, the boy drop a live rat into her hands.

"AHHHHH!" she screamed, tossing the rat away. Hey wait, I remember this. Ilyas was the one who did that to Mom when he was 3. I looked behind Ilyas to see 6 year old me, laughing at what he did. I took a step forward to look at Mom when she was young but then suddenly she faded away, along with my brother and little me.

From the kitchen window I could tell it was night now and everything in the apartment had been rearranged. Younger me walks in to the kitchen in search of something.

"Mom, where's my pocket monster ball?" he yells.

"Did you check in the bedroom?" answers Mom.

"Wasn't there. What's burning?" he responds. I watch as he popped open the oven to see his toy inside, melted. I remember this too, Ilyas put it in the oven while Mom was preheating it. That was my favorite toy as a kid...

Afterwards, I see some more memories. My parents wondering why there was so many pests in the house even after everything they've done, meanwhile my sister and I feeding our "pets". The time we moved to the house. My bro and I with our imaginary friend Mr. Bubbles. He was really smart and helped us out a lot with our homework. Now that I got a better look at it, Mr. Bubbles looked like a horribly scarred monster covered in blisters. Wait a sec, why could both of us see him if he was imaginary?

Next I was hanging out with Uncle Walley, cracking some nuts. I was struggling with mine.

"Here, just use the nutcracker" said Uncle, tossing over the nutcracker. It still wouldn't break for some reason.

"Well if that doesn't work, just squeeze 2 together and...boom" he said as he showed me, cracking one walnut with the other. I did the same and it worked.

Why am I here remembering these? I was... In a fight. Ohhh, I'm seeing my life flash by aren't I?

As I continued thinking, more memories went by. Getting in trouble in school, making some friends, entering uni. Next was the fire, I really hated that memory. It went on some more until I was back at the fight. I took down those task force members earlier and grabbed some stuff from their pouches. I finally realized what I had to do. I pinched myself to wakeup and it worked! My eyes slowly opened to see the underside of the desk.

The sound of heavy footsteps slowly faded. Seems that they didn't find me. With my one good hand, I went through my pockets, grabbing a vial. Adrenaline, perfect.