Sitting up in this creaky hospital bed is hard. The mattress is tricky. I tried to remember why I got here, and who these people are that say they are my family.

People keep telling me I got hit by a speeding bus on highway 139, but I don’t even remember what or where highway 139 is.

The side of my face has a tire mark along it, so it must have been some kind of automobile.

But I don’t know whether to trust these people or not.

The person next to me was asleep. They kept murmuring something, but I couldn’t tell what it was, so I just ignored it.

My breakfast had come. It was whole grain cereal, toast, and orange juice. Decent for hospital food, but I just hoped I wasn’t allergic to anything. I couldn’t remember.

After breakfast, I wiped my mouth and pushed my food to the edge of my bed. That’s when I heard the murmuring again. I didn’t pay much attention to it that time either. My “family” walked in and held my hand. I yanked it away, not knowing if they were true or not. A little boy, about 4 or 5 walked in with balloons and a fluffy teddy bear. He handed them to me.

“Here you go, Lottie.”

Lottie. My name was Lottie. Good to know.

The little boy walked out into the hall and closed the door behind him. I, on the other hand, sat up, and held my hands against my ears. Pounding headache, and the slight sound of music in the back didn't help at all.

The patient on my right began the murmuring again. It sounded like nonsense, but I couldn't tell because she was too far away for my ears.

I tried to listen closer by getting up. My feet hit the ground, and it was cold. You could hear my feet click and rise from the ground as I walked.

Step. Step. Step.

Then it hit me. My family was there! The little boy who told me my name was Lottie was my brother! I was walking in Alade Park, carrying 7 books on my way to the office, when I got hit by a bus!

That’s when I saw the girl next to me stand up. She started to walk towards me.

“Lottie. I know it’s crazy, but I’m your sister seven years from now. I traveled into the future, and got into a bus crash with someone I didn’t even see walking across the road! They had books in their hands too! I don’t know what to do! I’m gonna go to prison or something for attempted murder! Please help me! You have to believe me! I got my legs severely scraped, and they hurt so bad! I’m struggling right now, and you have to help me! Please, Lottie!”

What just happened? Is this girl really my sister? I’m so confused I don’t even know what to say. I’m speechless.

“I- I-“ I stuttered.

This anonymous girl went back to her hospital bed and lay down like she was hurt. Was she really my sister? Should I tell someone that she claimed to be my sister from the future? Should I tell my present sister?