Jimmy's P.O.V:
Sunlight... that could only mean one thing... it was morning...

I groaned and slowly opened my eyes, immediately regretting it however as the bright white light hurt my head.

All I wanted to do was lay in bed all day and not do anything...

For some reason, my arm hurt like hell... I wracked my brains for any memory of what had happened last night, but no matter how hard I tried to remember what happened last night, I just couldn't...

With a heavy heart, and not to mention, a splitting headache, I begrudgingly made my way down the hardwood stairs.

Once downstairs, I sat down on the couch with a heavy sigh.

I decided to switch on the television and see if anything interesting was on at the moment.

Staring blankly at the screen, I picked up the remote and started to aimlessly flick through the channels.

Car commercial... flick... life insurance commercial... flick... eyeliner commercial...

Now, this was of some but very little interest to me, since I did often wear eyeliner...

I sighed and flicked over to the next channel. Oh great... a warning about the effects of heroin...

Wait... heroin...?!

The memory of last night came flooding back: How I'd scored the drug in the first place, how I'd been lying on my bed, how I'd pricked my finger on the needle, how I'd been looking for a suitable place into which I could inject the death juice and most vividly, how I'd injected the clear, mind numbing liquid into my vein...

I looked down at my arm and saw a fresh scar already beginning to form next to the many other scars that littered my arms.

Sighing heavily, I once again picked up the television remote and flicked over to the news. Hmm... this would hopefully be a little more interesting...

On the screen there was a bored looking news reporter. On the screen behind him, in what I presumed must be some sort of tv studio, there was a picture of a man with a real grumpy face and a mop of dyed blonde hair. He was wearing a white shirt with a red tie. Over that he was wearing a black, or dark blue blazer. I couldn't see the colour exactly.

I turned my attention back to the news reporter in front of me. He had started to speak.

"And may I introduce to all, the 45th president of the United States of American, Mr Donald J Trump..."

My breath caught in my throat. What?! What did he just say?! No... it couldn't be... George W Bush was president! Wasn't he...?!

Suddenly something at the corner of the screen caught my eye. It was a little box in which the date and time was written:

9:41am... ok, so nothing unusual there... my eyes moved to the next row of digits:

Friday, January 20th... also nothing unusual there. My eyes moved to the last row of digits:

2017... Nothing unus- WHAT?! 2017?! How the fuck could that be?!

I looked at the date again, just to make sure that I hadn't missed, or misread something... no... it didn't look like I had...

How could this be?! It was 2004! I knew it was 2004! Unless... could that heroin I scored last night... could that have something to do with this...?

'Don't be stupid Jimmy...' I told myself angrily.

'How could heroin have something to do with this...?!'

But the more I overthought it, the more paranoid I became...

What if the heroin had been out of date or something...? What if it wasn't heroin at all...? What if it had been some weird substance that sent people into the future....?

'Ok, now you're really being pathetic! You know things like that don't exist!'

But what if they did...?

I shook my head forcefully, trying to clear my head of those disturbing thoughts.

That only made my headache worse. I groaned in pain and put my head in my hands, massaging my temples with my fingertips in an effort to soothe this splitting headache.

'What should I do...?' I asked myself as my stomach clenched in fear. Yes, for the first time ever, I was completely terrified...

I'd always told myself that I'd never let myself look weak or scared. So much for that...

I stood up and growled in frustration, punching the wall in anger.

I nervously ran a hand through my messy, jet black hair, thinking about what I should do... could I talk to someone about it?

No! St. Jimmy doesn't talk to people! He doesn't need anyone!

But... that wasn't entirely true... I did have friends... oh yes, the best friends a guy could ever wish for: Tunny and Will.

Tunny was the perfect guy to get stoned with, and Will, well Will was something else... we'd known each other since we were kids and... what can I say? We always loved to cause trouble in school.

The three of us had dropped out of school at the end of last year. I was only nineteen, but I just thought that school was a complete waste of time. Turns out I'd been right, like always. So, along with mi amigos, I dropped out of school.

I smiled to myself at the memory of the day we'd told the teacher we were leaving for good. He was absolutely livid but I'd just laughed and flipped him off before Will, Tunny and I had run out of the school building, not once looking back.

Still smiling devilishly, I decided that I was going to go over to Will's place and see if he and Tunny knew what was going on.

Leaving the television on, I made my way up to my room to put on my beat up black converse and to grab my packet of cigarettes and a small bag of dope. I never knew when that could come in handy...

About ten minutes later, I was standing on Will's porch. I smirked to myself and knocked at the door.

Will answered a few seconds later. The sight that greeted me made my breath hitch in my throat and my eyes widen...