The TV Turned On… Showing Something From Tomorrow — It Took Her Place Part 4

She couldn’t move.

Not anymore.

Elena stood frozen in front of herself.

Her breathing shallow.

Unsteady.

Her thoughts slipping—

falling behind again.

Always behind.

The other version of her stood calm.

Perfect.

Unbothered.

As if this moment had already happened.

As if this had never been a question.

Only an outcome.

“No…” Elena whispered.

Her voice barely there.

“This isn’t real…”

The other Elena tilted her head slightly.

Almost curious.

Almost amused.

“It is,” she said softly.

Her voice steady.

Certain.

Elena’s chest tightened painfully.

Her gaze dropped—

to her own hands.

They were shaking.

Weak.

Delayed.

Like they weren’t responding fast enough anymore.

“What do you want?” she asked.

Her voice breaking.

The other Elena stepped closer.

Slow.

Controlled.

Each movement precise.

Like it had already been rehearsed.

“I don’t want anything,” she replied.

A pause.

A truth.

“I already have it.”

Elena’s breath caught.

Her mind struggling—

trying to understand—

trying to reject—

trying to hold onto something real.

“No…”

But even that word felt late.

Pointless.

Because deep down—

she already knew.

Her thoughts weren’t leading anymore.

They were following.

Repeating something that had already happened.

The other Elena reached out.

Slowly.

Deliberately.

Her fingers brushing Elena’s wrist.

Cold.

Too cold.

And suddenly—

Elena felt it.

That pull again.

That tearing sensation.

Stronger now.

Deeper.

Her vision flickered violently.

The room distorting.

The edges of reality bending.

“What’s happening—?”

Her voice cracked.

Panicked.

But there was no answer.

Not from her.

Not from anything she could understand.

Because her body—

was moving.

Without her.

Her feet stepped backward.

Slow.

Uncontrolled.

Toward the TV.

“No—NO—!”

She tried to stop.

Tried to resist.

But it didn’t matter.

Nothing mattered.

Because the moment—

had already been decided.

Her back hit the screen.

But it wasn’t solid.

It gave way.

Soft.

Like liquid.

Her breath collapsed completely.

Her body sinking into it—

like she was being absorbed.

Pulled.

Replaced.

Her hands clawed at the edges.

Grabbing for something real.

Something stable.

But there was nothing.

Only the surface—

closing around her.

Her scream broke into nothing.

Soundless.

Gone.

And then—

she was inside.

The TV snapped back to normal.

Flat.

Cold.

Silent.

In the room—

the other Elena stood alone.

Breathing calmly.

Perfectly.

She looked down at her hands.

Flexed her fingers slowly.

Testing.

Learning.

Adjusting.

A faint smile appeared on her lips.

And behind her—

on the screen—

Elena stood.

Frozen.

Looking out.

Watching herself—

live her life.