[ 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 .

I woke with a start to the sound of my alarm clock on my nightstand. It had started to drown out the sound of crunching metal and shattering glass. I could almost still feel the pain coursing through my body from the accident. I looked around in confusion. I was in my old room in my parent's house. I had moved out when I was 16 and had never spoken to them again. I had fallen in love with someone I should n't have. He had gotten me addicted to heroin and had caused me to make some of the poorest decisions of my life. My parents had tried to stop me, but I had screamed at them, carrying my bag with the possessions I could carry and had slammed the door, no doubt leaving them heartbroken. 
 The accident replayed in my head. Ryan and I were coming back from a get together at a friend's house. We had broken out the alcohol and the heroin. I should n't have let Ryan convince me to go home with him. But I was n't in the right state of mind. I had handed him my keys willingly and it had killed me in the end. He swerved and hit a tree and I remember the pain coursing through my body and the feeling of myself suffocating on my own blood. I wept in disbelief that I might get a second chance to redeem myself. My mother opened the door like she did 12 years ago to make sure I was awake. Unlike the first time, I did not scream at her or start packing my things. I ran to her and clung to her, my pregnant, swollen belly pressed between us. I will do it right this time. For myself and my daughter.
