[ WP ] A man dies and goes to the afterlife , when he arrives he is shown an alternate time line where he never existed , he can choose to erase his existence at the end of it .

All I could remember when I opened my eyes was the sound of the E.R, gurney wheels scraping on the linoleum floor. 
 
 `` He's got internal bleeding, get an O.R open!'' Echoed a voice, the smell of blood following it. 
 
 I suddenly realized I was not in a hospital. Instead I was sitting on a simple clear plastic chair, in the middle of a pure white room. The walls didnt seem to have any defining characteristics, the room felt small like a closet, but also impossibly big. 
 
 I looked forward as I heard a footstep, expecting to see a doctor or someone who would explain what was happening. Instead I was greeted by the sight of a standing white suit, a figure glowing as white as the room, just like the room it had no defining characteristics. 
 
 `` Whats going on?'' I asked, wincing as I felt the figure pulsating. `` Who are you?'' 
 
 The figure continued to stand still, suddenly I realized it was creating its own appearance. It pulsated steadily as its glow was replaced with a pale flesh with a hint of olive, hair seemed to form on its head and face, dark hair highlighting his nonexistent eyes. 
 
 One by one more features appeared, brown eyes, thin pale red lips, small ears. Once it was finished I felt the pulsating stop, the man's eyes staring into me like a parent at their child. 
 
 `` Who are you?'' I asked again, the man's face both foreign but familiar. 
 
 `` I am the embodiment of what you consider to be a regular person.'' He responded flatly, his voice deep and booming inside the featureless room. `` I believe those in your culture call me Peter.'' 
 
 Suddenly something in me clicked, I was dead. This was... heaven? 
 
 `` This is heaven?'' I asked, trying to maintain eye contact with Peter. `` I half expected St. Peter would be a woman if anything was going to be off.'' 
 
 Peter tilted his head, and with another pulse his features changed. What was harsh became delicate, his skin became soft and supple. In an instant he became a she, still an air of familiarity with the stranger. 
 
 `` I simply choose the form I believe people to be most comfortable with.'' She said, her voice more soft and pleasant. `` As you must hsve surmised, you have died. And rather than talk about gender roles, I must offer you a choice.'' 
 
 I tried to shift in my chair, but my body would n't respond, as if I had no strength. 
 
 `` What choice?'' I asked, hoping to hear some good news. 
 
 `` Soon you will see your life, all the actions good and bad will be played before you as well as how you affected those around you.'' She was still standing stiff, almost statue like while her lips moved. `` Then you will see life without you, a world without your existence. Then you can choose, live eternity in the afterlife or erase yourself from existence. `` 
 
 My heart skipped as she finished. `` But what will happen if I-'' I was cut off, in an instant the room and the woman disappeared as a third person view of my life. 
 
 First was my birth, I saw as nurses wheeled my mother into a room, melted snow making the hospital always wet and slippery. I saw as the doctors scrambled to keep her warm, the blizzard outside causing the lights to flicker. I saw their hearts sink as the EKG flatlined, a young doctor trying desperately to resuscitate the two lives laying on his table. 
 
 Just as he started to give up, the nurses preparing to move the bodies, a faint beep echoed in the room, followed by another, and another. They all stood in shock as both her and my preborn self came back to life. They wasted no time in finishing the birth through cesarean section. 
 
 The scene changed almost immediately. The next images were shorter, the apartment fire when I was an infant, the multitude of fights in gradeschool, the struggles of high school all flashed by. I saw as friends pulled out of depression, and others fall into it. 
 
 Then came the first meeting of the love of my life, Emily. I watched in silence as my best friend introduced us, her smile glowing giving me a rare smile through struggles both then, and now in the afterlife. I could see the point where she laughed and instantly made me love her. 
 
 For months I spent any time I could around her, helping her through break ups and making her laugh. Finally convincing myself to ask her out, and the feeling of pure joy when she accepted. 
 
 The first date was horrendous. I tried to impress her but only succeeding in looking like a fool. But being the perfect person she was, she still laughed, and kissed me goodnight outside her apartment. 
 
 We spent years getting to know each other romantically. A few dates in she convinced me to stop trying so hard, and we were happy. Through bad times and good we always ended up smiling contently as we moved in together, the dramatic exits after a fight, the passionate `` im sorry'' when we forgave each other, and the proposal on our 5th anniversary. 
 
 Then things changed again. I saw as my old car was flipped when I was blindsided by a truck. The paramedics rushing me to the hospital, the doctors trying to operate on me as my blood pressure dropped, and my heartbeat slowed to a stop. 
 
 I expected to return to the white room, but instead I was in the waiting room, an officer in a blue uniform telling my fiancé I was dead, seeing her completely break down. I could hear her pleas for an explanation. 
 
 `` A drunk driver hit him at an intersection. `` I heard his words faintly, anger washing over me in a way it never had since I met Emily. 
 
 `` That bastard!'' I shouted, closing my eyes. `` That damn bastard killed me because he needed a drink!? First my dad and now me?!'' My eyes opened back to the white room, my heart slowed again as I realized I was still here. `` I'm sorry.'' I muttered, staring at my hands. 
 
 `` Its alright. Do you need some time?'' She asked, an understanding voice as she stayed statue-like infront of me. 
 
 `` Y-yeah just a moment.'' I lifted my numb hands to my face, feeling the wet tears dripping down my cheeks. 
 
 ( Going to take a break. Part 2 and conclusion will follow soon. Sorry for long OP reply. ) 
 

