[ 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 .

Despite its speed, the SUV looked like it was going in slow motion. I watched it cross the intersection for about 10-15 minutes, the driver yelling silently into the smartphone held in her hand, before it hit my little Civic square on the drivers side door, about 6 inches from my head. I watched the license plate come loose from the bumper and fly into the cabin. RGX-5541. I did always have a habit of memorizing random numbers. I wonder, is that- 
 
 The bumper finished shattering the window and continued on to the next obstacle, which just happened to be my head. There was no pain, just an immense pressure, then black. The black lasted just long enough to figure out what had happened: a SUV the size of my garage had run the red light at high speed, impacting the driver side door and consequently, me. And I was having such a good day. 
 
 I will admit, I was not freaking out as much as some other people would, at this stage. This was the fourth time that I've died, so far, and after the third time, it gets less stressful. I could feel the Pull drawing me back already. The `` Pull'' was some sort of force that pulled me back from the brink to undo whatever events had caused my death. Usually it only pulled me back a few seconds before, so I can look both ways or take one step to the left, but this time, it seemed longer. I waited nervously as I kept going back, back back... 
 
 I fell out of the Pull with a jolt. The past few times, it had been a smooth transition between timelines, but this was far more turbulent. I stumbled, nearly tripping over my feet, and bumped into a couple walking beside me. The woman hopped back with a small cry of surprise, but the man pushed me roughly to the sidewalk with a curse. Still dizzy from the over-long Pull, I toppled over and cracked my head off the cement. The woman yelled something chastising towards the man and reached out to help me up. I muttered an apology and jumped up by myself, worry in my eyes. Never before had I ever interacted with an outside person during a Pull, it had always been a simple action on my part to bump the timeline back on track, and I feared the repercussions would be too great. 
 
 The fear must have been evident in my eyes, because the woman backed up enough for me to dodge her hand and turn the next corner. I could still hear hear the couple arguing, but i tried to put it out of my mind. I needed to figure out when I was, and how could I start to fix my situation. I walked over to a nearby newspaper stand to read the date: March 19th, 2003. Over twelve years in the past. 
 
 I sat down hard on the sidewalk next to the newspaper stand. As if on cue, the woman from the argument comes around the corner, talking on a cell phone about her blind date that had just been RUINED. She walked over to an SUV, unlocked the door, and hopped in. As I watched her drive around the parking lot, I could feel the Pull start to activate, pulling me slowly back to my time period. Confused, I looked to see why I was dragged so far back. I could n't have impacted the future that much from so far in the past. The woman drove past my spot, still talking on her phone as she pulled out of the lot, and something clicked in my head. 
 
 The light at the end of the street turned yellow, and she gunned it, phone pressed firmly against her ear. I could see a car coming the other way, in what was sure to be her blind spot. I tried to shout, to motion, but it was too late. Both cars entered the intersection simultaneously, colliding in a spray of broken glass and parts. I ducked as bent metal flew in my direction. A license plate flew from the wreck, bouncing once before landing, just close enough to read it before the Pull took me back. The plate was bent and scuffed, but I could make out the numbers. 
 
 RGX-5541 
 
 ( Rough story I wrote at work. CC welcome. )
