[ WP ] Every time you die , you are transported to the time of the first event that ultimately caused your death . One day , you are hit by a car and sent 12 years into the past .

It's been a strange life; constantly setting back to what I guess could be called checkpoints. I did n't quite understand what was going on when I was younger, but now I have gotten use to second, and even third chances. 
 
 Everytime I die, I get sent back to the decision that caused my untimely demise so I may try to avoid the ultimate consequence. In high school I was the king. I was always doing incredibly dangerous stunts knowing if I failed I could try it again many times as needed to impress my classmates. 
 
 I'm older now and I've been using the *curse* much more sparingly. I've tried to kill myself and escape my eternal torment only to wind up standing in my closet facing a locked gun safe or in the rope aisle of Lowe's. Recently I had a much larger set back that I fear proves I may never be able to escape. 
 
 12 years ago, or rather tomorrow, a man by the name of David McLaughlin is going to come by and pay me 78,000 $ for my dad's old corvette. The same car that ran me over last night, or 12 years from now. 
 
 It was never quite clear the decision that caused my death but I was always placed within 24 hours of the decision. Was it the price of the car? Did the price force him to sell it? Is he the one who ran me over our is it his son who has yet to get his license? All these questions and no definitive answer. There was only one thing for sure, and that was that I did not want to wait 12 years to know if I made the right choice this time. 
 
 Twelve years had gone by since that setback and I was sitting behind the wheel of my dad's corvette, waiting at a red light. The light turned green and I began to drive. I was heading to work, or a cup of coffee. I had n't decided yet. 
 
 Suddenly a man stepped out in front of me. I do n't know what happened but I ended up smashing into an oncoming car and looked back to see him spread out on the road. 
 
 I could tell I was badly injured and probably would n't make it. I crawled over to the body. It was David McLaughlin. The same man who never showed up to purchase the car. At that moment I realized that I was n't alone. 
 
 Today I plan on seeking him out. Maybe he will have some answers, or maybe he was hoping the same of me. 
 
 Edited for verb tenses and a few spelling errors.
