I didn't exactly wake up after that.

    It's impossible to describe the feeling, I could see, but I wasn't really seeing. I knew I was alone in a large space, but I wasn't perceiving it through my optical nerves. The same goes with all my other senses.

    If this is Heaven it sure needs a makeover. I thought to myself.

    Someone laughed. I don't know who, it was kind of fuzzy, like I was there, but I wasn't really there.

    "You're not quite there yet."

    Everything snapped into focus and I was kind of standing, maybe floating at the floor of a really large chair, with a really large dude sitting in front of it. I couldn't see their face, since someone had turned the LED lights surrounding us up to their full power, heck, I barely see my own hand in front of my face.

    "Where am I? Am I dead?" I asked, my voice sounding strangely quiet.

    "The first question is for another time, but I can tell you, that you have indeed left your mortal body, you were hit by a car." The voice answered, I could distinct it as male now.

    "What a lousy way to die." I sigh, that was probably to be expected of me.

    "You have a second chance." He commented.

    "What?" I questioned, this isn't normal is it?

    "I will allow you to redo the last six hours, but you will still end up dying, one way or another. Where there is death, there will always be death. Do you accept?"

    At first I wanted to say no, I was still angry at the people in my life. My disappointing failure was their fault, now I was dead because of it. Only then I thought about how I had snapped at my mother, how I hadn't even tried on the test, about how I forgot about my best friend, how I rudely remarked to that kid when I could have just kept my cool. Lastly, about how I treated Tucker in the the last moments I would ever see him. I didn't want this impression to be the last thing people remembered about me, especially not my mother. I felt horrible for my mom, she would have to live with the loss of her husband, and her son. I never wanted to make anyone feel that way. It would be hard, but this is not how I wanted to go.

    "Yeah, I'll give it a shot." I said.

    All in one moment I felt myself being jerked downward, and I felt, heavy, really really heavy.

    Then I opened my eyes, and sat up in my bed. It was seven o'clock according to my digital clock.

    My alarm clock had big letters scrawled all over it it, but I could make out what they said.

    THERE'S STILL A FEW HOURS LEFT.