[ 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 up in the bed I was so used to waking up in. I looked around my room, trying to get a bearing as to where I was. There was a Pink Floyd poster on my wall, which I got for Christmas when I was 15. Which means that I had a calendar in my closet. I swung the door open. March 2004. I had no means of telling the exact date, but I had gone back in time almost 12 and a half years this time around. I was wearing pajamas, so I bolted downstairs and looked for my family. 
 
 When I got downstairs, I smelled bacon and eggs. My mom was cooking breakfast, which signified it was a weekend. My dad was sitting in his chair, sipping coffee and reading a newspaper. As soon as he saw me, he smiled and set down his coffee. 
 
 `` Happy birthday, champ!'' he roared, causing my mom to jump. Immediately my mind began to go into panic mode. How could my birthday have caused my death? I smiled at my dad and said `` Thanks, Dad. Glad to see I'm getting a special breakfast out of it!'' 
 
 My mom smiled at me and said, `` You will be getting more than just a breakfast.'' Then, she walked out of the kitchen, only to return moments later carrying a large box. 
 
 As I tore into the gift-wrapped box, I began to feel more and more anxious. Fake layer after fake layer of wrapping paper and boxes came off until my memory was suddenly sparked. I tore off the last layer with dread in my stomach. I opened the small box and realized why this was the reason I came back to far. 
 
 In the final box was a set of keys to the 2003 Toyota Camry I was driving when I died.
