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The Beginning.

Everything was dark, and I couldn't breathe, or move. "Is this seriously what happens when you die? So no heaven or hell, just nothing? This can't be all there is, I'm not dead, I survived. There's no way nothing is our goal, just darkness and despair, nothing but your own thoughts to keep you entertained. That's how I got here, why would I want that to be all there is? This is horrible, where did I go wrong? Why was this what I was wanting? At what point did I think the unknown is where I'd rather be than living? At least when I was alive I could control my life. Can I just redo the last... seven years or so?" 

"If that's what you choose to do." 

"What?" 

"Well... you can't redo it, but you can help yourself, as somebody else. But you only have one chance." 

"That doesn't make any..." I jerked awake. I was laying in my bed. I checked the time, it was five in the afternoon. "Did I go to..." There were no calls on my phone. The date read January 19, 2015. "No way, this can't be real." 

I went for a walk. I noticed my grandpa's jeep sitting outside their old house, and I hid when someone walked outside. What if she asks my name? I can't say Ash, that might change something that shouldn't be changed. Um... Eli. That won't change anything important. 

Okay, I can't fuck this up.

A/N: I'm not really good with stories like this, but I'm trying something new, and I really didn't have a good way to start this.