Xavier: The Secret of Death

Well, That Hurt

Many of the best and scariest times of my life were had while I wasn't even breathing. When I died, I had some of the greatest adventures that anyone could ever have. The sort of adventures that people have while they are alive always seem to end, but mine happened differently. When doctors revived me and brought me out of my coma, the adventure I had started only continued. The normal adventures of any person are boring and never bring anyone close to the risks of not existing, whereas this one did and it changed the universe throughout all of space and time. It's what started my real life, how it started and what happened from there that I find the most interesting. My name is Xavier Wargel and this is my story.

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SCREEECH!! SMASH! The car smashed into a telegraph pole.
"Help! Someone, help me!" called the driver of the car, stuck with the driver's door crushed.
"Hold on, I'm calling the Ambulance!" cried a passer-by as he ran up to the car.
"Hurry Up! Help me! I can smell smoke!" yelled the driver.
"Hold on, they'll be here soon!" said the stranger.
"My son is in the passenger side! I can't get my arms out! Please check him!"
The stranger ran over to the passenger side of the car and saw me, back then only a 15 year old boy, with a cut up face, unknown spinal damage, as well as a punctured lung.
"He's not breathing! There's no pulse!" the stranger said to my father, he tried to open the door, but it wouldn't move, and he pulled harder and with a scraping sound the door came flying open. He grabbed me and pulled me out of the car, laying me on the ground. He started CPR in an effort to get me breathing and my heart pumping again.

Sirens could be heard in the background, and an ambulance along with a police car pulled up on the road. The police came over and took the man aside instructing him to let the paramedics attend to me instead. One started treating my forehead while the other dealt with the CPR, after 2 minutes I breathed in a deep breath and my heart restarted. A Fire truck and a second Ambulance arrived and got to work on my father, still trapped and in pain, but not for much longer. As the ambulance offices that were working on me decided to put me in a stretcher and in the back of the van so that I would have a better chance of surviving, still unconscious but alive none the less, and in a very unstable condition.

The Fire brigade were just about to start pulling my father out of the car when the fire became noticeable. And within seconds they were rushing to put it out, and rescue my dad. As the Ambulance was driving me to the hospital my heart stopped again. It was in the moments between my heart stopping and my father dying in the explosion caused from the fire reaching the petrol tank that I experienced something no one else will experience.

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*Knock Knock*
 It was early, way to early.  
"Xavier you awake?" my dad called through the door.

"Mmmmmm yes dad okay, I'll be out in a second" I called back as I rolled over, sticking my head back into my pillows.
"Remember we have to leave soon please son."

"Are you sure I can't stay home? I'm 15 I can look after myself." I begged.

"No Xavier, you can't even make toast properly, and you even lost your scrambled eggs last weekend." His voice drifting away as he walked down the hall back to his room.

I kicked my blanket off of me and stretched out my body. I didn't want to go with Dad this weekend, but Aunt Hannah was away and couldn't look after me. She's been looking after me whenever dad goes away for years, she's my mums sister and the only relative from her side of the family that we know of. I liked going to Aunt Hannah's place, she has so many stories from when she travelled around the world when she was younger. This weekend was the first time in a long time that she'd gone away as well, she went to see a friend in Australia i think my dad said.