[ 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 see the blinding lights of the headlights through the dark stormy atmosphere. With a loud pound of the car and the crack of my body I felt the hard metal impact my small weak body yet felt little pain. I cant feel pain when im in this state of mind, a positive of this affliction. I lay on the cold hard wet road while my life slips away slowly I fade out into darkness my breathing slows to a shallow breath as the ambulance siren in the background muffles more and more. 
 
 Suddenly my eyes open partially, I can breath again. I look down im sitting on somthing soft and comfy and white. My torn dirty old clothes are now skinny jeans and black converses, like the ones I wore throught highschool. As my vision gets better I can see that Im sitting on a small bed in a blue bedroom decorated with trophies and awards. I can hear loud muffled music playing in the background and people talking. I get overwhled with dejvu, I cant put my finger on it. I look across the room and see my ex husband seemingly a decade younger acrose the room in a seperate similar looking bed with his eyes closed. Somthing looks diffrent about him. 
 
 As I look closer I notice gone are the dark circles around his eyes scabs on his face and arms. He looks sober and healthy a sight I havent seen in about 12 years. He notices me looking up at him gets up off the bed and walks over. He stands at the edge of my bed leans in looks at me in the eyes with a mischievous grin on his face.He lets out a chuckle as he reaches into his jean pocket and pulls out a pipe and a small baggy filed with what I know know is meth then he tells me 
 
 `` Try some it wont hurt''. 
 
 Edit I suck at mobile typing
