Yes

Unghh, thank god that headache is gone. Wait, where am I? When am I? What, my watch is broken? Looks like I smashed it on something. On October 2nd? That's Sunday. The hands are bent out of shape. I guess I'll have to be on the lookout sometime on Sunday then. But where am I and why is it so ... It's dark and full of...?
Is that a body?
"Olivia? Oh my god." There's a body there, I swear I just saw it.

That's, please don't tell me that's blood?
Shit, and lightning now...
Wait, aren't I indoors? That lightning looked like it was right behind me.
But where did the body go?
Oh my god, there's a pool of blood here. Why is there so much blood?

"You did this to yourself"? What the fuck does that mean? Is this part of me or part of whenever this is?
Fuck. Why did it just get so bright? Where did the blood go?

Oh no. Why is she here in this nightmare.
"Thank god it's you, Liv. Where did you get a..."
"No one calls me that anymore! Where did you take me?! Get away from me!"
"Olivia, please. Calm down, I'm trying to help you."
"No! No, no, NO, STOP! I'm done playing your game now. I have the power here. It's all in my hand." Should I try messing with time in here? That's what started this all in the first place. And to make things worse, if I move, she might shoot me.
"Olivia, I..." Fuck, I shouldn't have put my hand up, she shot at my face.

I can feel the bullet displacing the parts of my face before it's even left the barrel of the gun. It's going to make contact just next to my left nostril, move about a half an inch before it ricochets right through my brain and out through my unkempt hair. I feel all of that, but I still see the bullet in the gun. The blood is coming back on the floor, right where it was when I got here. Olivia is standing right in the middle of it. No. She's gone now. So is the gun, but the bullet is still closing in on my face.

"I have all the power." Her words. They're coming from everywhere. Echoing everywhere. But it's dark, and full of something. Not full of power. What is it full of?

If I could just wake myself up. The bullet is close now. I can feel it's warmth now. It's not so warm while its ripping through my brain, but it's warm now. I like how warm it is. It's like Olivia's hands on my face. Safe.