[ WP ] 3 ... 2 ... 1 ... As the world ends , your life flashes before your eyes . Yet , it is n't the life you remember living .

`` You meeting us at the bar later? `` Chris shouted from across the street with a stupid smirk on his face as if he already knew the answer. 
 I wave at him and roll my eyes as I turned around stepping out into the street. 
 
 Tires screeching, a loud bang. Sirens ringing. `` Her carotid artery is cut. `` a voice shouts over my head, but seemingly miles away. `` KEEP APPLYING PRESSURE, WE'RE ALMOST THERE!'' it continues calling, stopping occasionally to call my name. `` Move the fuck out of the way ass holes!'' The Sirens blare as a horn honks. `` It'll be okay. Stay with us. We're almost th...'' the voice fades out and in `` we're almost th..'' `` almost th...'' 
 
 It's strange. It's warm, why is it warm? I look around, suddenly home with my husband. `` Hey sweetie, be careful, the fireplace is still hot, you'll get burned if you get too close''. `` I know!'' I shout giddily back at him. But I had n't said a word. I crawl up next to him and hold him close to me. A pair of legs glides in from the next room, before I can look up to see who it is, suddenly I'm in the car. My husband next to me. `` Hey sweetie how was class'' he asks with genuine concern held behind his eyes. `` I do n't like it very much. It's hard, I do n't get it'' again, my words are not my own. Classes? What classes? I graduated college years ago... 
 
 I wake up to the smell of pancakes cooking downstairs. I run down to give my husband a kiss. He's nowhere to be found, I search around and finally see somebody. I run and grab their leg in a tight grasp. 
 
 Shadows cast over my room as wind shakes the house. I let out a scream and the house begins to creak. Footsteps come rushing toward my room as a feeling of comfort washes over me. 
 
 I wake up next to myself. 
 
 I wake up next to myself. 
 
 I wake up next to myself. 
 
 What the hell is going on. Moments begin to cycle faster and faster, I watch as my husband and I act as though I'm not in the room twice. 
 
 A white light flashes and nearly blinds me, as I open my eyes I see a man standing in front of me, relaxed yet in control. `` Are you enjoying your life?'' He asks with a grin, one like I'd seen today, or yesterday, or whenever that was. `` What do you mean my life?'' 
 
 Suddenly we are standing in an image, of my family in the living room, my husband telling our daughter to stay away from the fireplace as I watched from the next room. `` That's not my life though..'' 
 
 `` But it is'' he sternly replied. `` You already know the course of your life. You are n't meant to see it again. This is the life which you affected the most. Your daughter, Amelia's. She goes on to great things because of you.'' 
 
 `` My daughter?'' I shook my head in disbelief. `` But what's she supposed to do now?'' As I become frantic he places a hand on my shoulder. 
 
 `` Would you like to see what she does?'' He holds out a hand in front of me, a new image begins to unfold around us. 
 
 ( To be continued shortly, I need to run a quick errand )
