[ WP ] : When you die , you get to live out your prime , or your `` glory days '' , your greatest moment ( s ) . By sheer accident you end up able to view one person 's heaven : your father 's . However , his `` glory days '' are not what you expected ... .

I laid there thinking `` God my back hurts'', while hearing the muffled sobs of my wife and children next to me. I wished I could reach out and tell them how sorry I was, and how I should n't have bought that damn bike. I had been in this bed listening to doctors and all my friends and family come in and out of the room saying things like `` God will save him'' and `` stay strong...'' and `` no updates''... It felt like it went on for eternity. At some point all I can remember was screaming silently in my head for days. But yesterday was different. I could start to feel a strange pain in my chest and started to drift off into a darkness every couple hours. I over heard the doctors tell my wife to give me her `` last goodbye''. As my family kissed me one by one, somewhere between my wife and my mother I drifted off to sleep. It felt different, almost like falling into a warm, humid room. 
 
 After a few minutes I heard a voice sound in my head, `` Hello?''. It was odd because I could n't recognize the voice, it was n't family or anyone else in the room, `` Hello...?'' I said. `` Oh good he's here'' the voice said. `` Hello, welcome to Rebound. I'll be your prep-tech.'' The young voice sounded almost inside my head. `` I know you are probably asking yourself if you died, and if this is heaven.'' It explained. ``... no, you're not in heaven, actually there is no such thing, you people... I digress.'' The voice said with a laugh. No heaven, I thought. `` Yes, no heaven, but let's move past that. You will be rebounding back to your high school senior year.'' I tried pushing myself up and felt something holding my head back to whatever I was laying on. I reached up and could n't feel anything, less I could n't even feel my own hands. `` What's going on?! Where am I?!'' I screamed. `` I swear some of you just refuse to listen.'' Said the voice sharply. `` You are rebounding to the'prime' of your life. And will live the best 2 years you ever had.'' Papers shuffled and the voice made a muffled humph. `` Varsity QB, eigh. Oh wow and made it with the head cheerleader, with multiple full ride scholarships, wow'' he explained with a snark in his voice. The voice went on the list a full account of all my high school accomplishments and everything I screwed up, including the birth of my first child before college, and the death of my father days after I told him I would n't be going to Stanford. `` You ready?'' the voice said cheerily. `` For what'', `` You just do n't listen!... Fire it up Kelly!... Damnit no Kelly that's not Ja..'' 
 
 After a brief pause of absolute silence, and a bright flash was followed by a massive lurch forward. I opened my eyes and jolted upright. Reaching up I rubbed my eyes into focus and stood up. I walked out of the room and into the hallway bathroom. God it felt like my bladder was going to explode, `` HURRY UP JACK!!!!! I'm gon na be late!'' Said a voice from outside the door. `` What the hell'' I whispered as I, for the first time, took in my surroundings. `` What the... Hell!'' I yelled as I tripped backwards into the bathtub behind me. `` God damnit, Jack, hurry up your gon na be late again.'' Said another voice I did n't recognize. I pulled myself out of a tangle of shower curtains and stood up looking into the mirror. My reflection was strange, it looked like me but... different. `` Holy shit'', recognizing what I was seeing. I remember sitting with my mom, looking at old photos and having her say `` you look just like him'' every time one of my dad at my age would come up. `` NO, NO, No'' I whispered to myself. The pounding came again, `` your such a dick Jack''. `` HOLD ON! ``, I shouted back. I worked up the courage and opened the door behind me, `` screw off, Jack!'' The girl said as she pushed by me. `` Aunt Crissy?'' I whispered. Crissy turned and gave me the finger before slamming he door in my face. I stumbled back to the room I came out of and closed the door. `` What is going on'' I thought to myself. `` Rebounded!'' Boomed the voice from before, `` oh, sorry that was loud, let me turn it down''. `` Like I said before we sent you back to a peak point in life..'' `` In Life, that sounds a little different than what you said before.'' I thought, awkwardly standing in the room. `` Yeah,... Let's just say there was a, hiccup. *SHUT UP KELLY THIS IS YOUR FAULT! *'' The voice sounded like it was covering a mic or something. `` To put it blankly, you were rebounded a generation back to your dads high point,'' it explained with an almost hesitant voice. `` The problem was, KELLY, did n't see the note that your father did n't get a chance to go back, so SHE did n't calibrate the revrocircut properly. And that puts us here'' it explained. `` Why did n't my dad get a chance to go back'', I thought. `` Well your dad was a...'', the door crashed open and a small kid walked in and slammed the door behind him. `` What are we gon na do Jack? We're so screwed! ``, the boy stuttered. `` Ugh... What? ``, being so caught up in the conversation in my head I did n't see the boys face. I stepped around the boy and recognized him. He was staring out the window frantically bobbing his head back and forth across the street. `` We're dead, man. Someone is gon na see... We're dead! ``, it was my dads best friend Carl. `` Unc... Carl, what's wrong? ``, `` Get away from that boy'', the voice shouted. Carl was staring at me with tears in his eyes. `` Do n't be a dick, what are we gon na do?'' He whispered. `` Walk away no...'', `` we are going to get caught, my parents alre'''' run...''. I could barely understand either of them. Carl grabbed my backpack and slammed it into my chest and shouted, `` Get in the car Jack! We got ta go''. He grabbed my arm and dragged me to the front door. Everything was happening so fast I could barely process everything around me. `` Be back before dinner Jack!'' I heard a voice shout before the front door slammed behind us. Carl threw me into the car and jumped in the drivers seat. Before I could say anything or think straight Carl went back to chanting, `` We're dead, we're dead''. We drove for almost an hour. We drove through a heavily wooded windy road that I began recognizing as the mountain access road my dad used to walk me on as a kid. After pulling off the road and sitting with his face in his hands for what felt like forever, Carl looked up and said `` get it out''. `` Get what out? ``, `` Stop doing that, ass hole! I'll pop the trunk.'' Carl reached in his back seat and pulled a fold up camping shovel from under the seat and gave me a quick glance before jumping out of the car. `` Trunks open.'' Carl grimly muttered as he walked into the wooded opening. `` Do n't go to the trunk,'' the voice said sternly, `` this is your only warning.'' Almost without thinking and being out of control of my body, I stepped out of the car. I had to will my feet to move, my whole body felt like lead and stuck in mud. I moved to the back of the car and felt wet tears begin rolling down my face. `` What the hell is going on'' I thought, as I clicked open the unlocked latch on the trunk. I had to force the trunk to lift, then it flew open. There laid a bundle, wrapped in a blanket, with locks of matted brown hair falling from one side. A huge white flash, then the humid feeling again. 
 
 `` We warned you.'' the voice whispered. 
 

