[ WP ] You die . Soon you awake to the day before you died . This has n't been the only time this happened .

Bang! Bang! 
 The gunshots are still ringing in my head, and still showing in my chest. 
 I look down at the gaping holes in my chest, two of them, both dark red, both should've been fatal. 
 Then I realized it; it had happened again. I was going to relive the day of my death, or should I say the eleventh day of my death? That's right, I had died eleven times before, but each time I relived it, and each time I avoided death. Sometimes it was as simple as not going to a bank that was going to be robbed that day. Some days I found my would be killer and killed them first. 
 This time it was much more personal than it had been before. This time it was my wife. I had walked in on her and another man. I demanded a divorce, but she shot me instead, wanting to take my money for herself. 
 So how did I fix this? As I walked to work for the second time that day I pondered this. Did I kill her? Did I just not walk in on them? Did I unload her gun and then confront her? 
 All these were possibilities, but I guess deep down I knew what I really wanted. I had already died eleven times, but each time I wanted to keep living. Now, the only person I truly loved had betrayed my love and trust and I did n't even know if I wanted to keep on living. When I got home I just repeated what had happened the last time. I did n't expect to wake up this time, but I did. The gunshots still rang in my head.
