this can't be right?

Have you ever felt so hungover you don't know where you are…no, just me?

If not, I get it, but if you have, then you know how I'm feeling at the moment, which is that I downed every ounce of bourbon ever produced.

My head was pounding; every new beat of my heart brought a new stab of pain to my brain.

Along with the cold sweats that brought an uncomfortable feeling of being cold and hot at the same time.

All in all, it sucked.

But worst of all was the bright light that thought it was a good idea to intrude, and hurt my currently fragile brain.

My closed eyelids didn't even seem to be able to block it.

'Am I lying on the floor' I thought.

Not caring at the moment, I put one of my arms over my face, which gave myself a slight respite, to sort out the rest of my issues.

'what the hell happened to me?" I thought through the pain.

"You died," said a man's voice.

'what the fuck?' I thought as I removed my arms and cracked an eyelid but was once again blinded by bright light.

"Oh right, sorry, you are probably feeling terrible at the moment. Let me help you with that." A man said.

"Snap"

With the sound of snapping fingers, I felt the headache and the chills leave my body as if they were never there.

"My apologies, mister Davidson." The man said.

Hesitantly I opened my eyes, but when I slowly opened my eyes, I didn't feel the pain I was expecting, instead, I was greeted to a completely white room, with neon lights hanging over my head.

Slowly, sitting up from the ground with a groan, I looked around.

The only thing in the small room was me and a man sitting in an office rolling chair right in front of me.

The man wore a nice gray suit with a black tie and black dress shoes that shined in the room's bright light, the man himself was quite nondescript and someone who would blend into a crowd.

He had slick-back black hair and deep green eyes, maybe mid-forties, and like someone who enjoyed his crisps and fried foods more than he should.

"And who the fuck are you?" I asked rudely, but in all honesty, I deserved to be a bit rude at the moment. Here I was living my life, then the next thing I knew I'm waking up in front of some creeper who probably drugged me and brought me here for some funny business.

"Ah, yes, where are my manners? I am Oscar Hemingway." The man said with a nod of his head.

Oscar had one of those high-class posh accents you only heard from villains in spy movies or you would expect a royal to sound like, because I lived in London all 45 years of my life and I've never heard it in all my days.

"And why the fuck am I here, Oscar Hemingway?" I said, punctuating his name.

Oscar chuckled at my words.

"Well Mister Davidson, it's quite simple; you died."

"Oh piss off, you creep, you drugged me, didn't you?" I asked, stumbling to my feet, using the extra chair in the room, to help me, but since it also was one of the rolling chairs, it wasn't that easy.

Oscar chuckled again.

"No Mister Davidson, you died twenty-seven hours, thirteen minutes, and 4…5 seconds ago."

I looked at him for a long moment in silence, then not wanting to listen anymore. I turned away and started looking for an exit.

"You won't find one," Oscar said.

"Like hell I won't, there has to be one, or how did we get in here?"

"There won't be one because this isn't a room; it's a small pocket dimension made by the one above all for meetings just like this," Oscar said.

Stopping my search, I looked back at Oscar.

"You're mad," I said, pointing a finger at him.

Throughout my desperate attempt to find a way away from him, Oscar sat patiently as if this was something he was used to and was just waiting for me to tire myself out.

After a few more moments of looking for any cracks in the wall that might be a way out, I gave up and turned back to Oscar.

"How do I leave!" I asked him again, this time getting angry.

"Like I said, Mister Davidson, there is no way out."

Puffing out the breath I held, I sat down in the extra rolling chair.

Getting my thoughts in order, I look up at Oscar.

"What do you want? I'm just a regular man," I said.

"I do not need anything from you, Mister Davidson. I only wish to help you for the folly that we have done to you."

I sat back in the chair.

"I don't understand; all you have done is lock me in here, but if you just let me go, we can forget this ever happened."

"Mister Davidson, as I have told you, that is not possible, there is no way out of here, you are dead."

"Dead, dead, oh really, if I'm dead, how did I die, hmm, and how am I here?" I said, patting my chest.

"Because it looks to me like I'm quite alright."

A small smile appeared on Oscar's face, then raising his hand, he gestured to the wall to our left.

Turning my head, I looked at the wall and then furrowed my brow.

On the wall was a large flat-screen TV that wasn't there before, and on the wall was what looked like footage of the inside of my home.

"Oy, how did you…have you a camera in my home!" I yelled, standing to my feet.

Putting a finger to his mouth and shushing me, Oscar pointed to the screen.

"Pay attention."

Turning to look back at the TV I watched again.

I watched myself come down my stairs, then with a change of view to the kitchen, where I watched myself turn on the electric kettle, but from the look of it, the small red light, that showed the kettle was turned on, didn't appear, noticing this, I turned the small switch on the back off then on again, but still nothing.

'What in all that is holy happening' I thought as I continued watching.

From the look of it, the fact that the electric kettle wasn't working angered me.

Following the cord to the outlet, I pulled the cord out, then expected the prongs, not noticing anything wrong, I plugged it back in, when from the looks of it, I got electrocuted.

Staring at the screen, I watched as my body spasmed and shook as the electric volts ran through my body.

'I don't even remember,' I thought.

"And you won't remember, it is easier to wipe that from your mind, to make this a less chaotic process," Oscar said.

Turning to look at him, I asked.

"So I'm really dead, and stop listening to my thoughts."

"That is correct Mister Davidson." Oscar said with a chuckle.

Running through my jumbled thoughts, I sat down in the chair again.

After a moment of thought I look up at Oscar and say.

"So what now, do you decide if I go to heaven or hell"

"No, that is not my job, I'm in a different department." Oscar said with a smug look.

"And that would be." I asked hesitantly.

"I am director of the reincarnation department."

I sat stunned.

"Wait, wait, why am I with you? I thought if I died I would either go to heaven or hell, not be mind washed then reborn."

"Well Mister Davidson, normally you would have that choice, but there was a small mistake that occured that caused your death."

"Do what."

"Well Mister Davidson, you weren't supposed to die for another thirty years, in a hospice, and die of heart failure."

I was shocked.

Standing to my feet I pointed my finger at him again.

"Then what the Fuck." I all but shouted.

Raising his hands Oscar interrupted before I could stand on my soap box and start raining my hate on his head.

"Mister Davidson, please let me explain." He said in a calming tone."

Still with an angry expression on my face I sat back down. 'Me getting angry won't help.'

"Very well, continue."

Nodding his head Oscar continued.

"There was unfortunately a mistake made that caused a unforseen ripple to happen, this ripple caused a lot of things to happen and change around the world very quickly, too quickly, before even we could stop it."

"Unfortunately this ripple caused a fews to blow in your house, at the exact moment you plugged in your kettle, the blow caused an unfortunate power surge in your home's electric panel, shooting power throughout your home, and accidentally through you."

I stared at him for a moment as my brain pressed that information.

"So now I'm going to be reincarnated because of it, why can't I just take my chances and go through the process of being picked for heaven or hell, I wasn't the best or most holy person to live but I did believe, so I suppose I have a pretty good shot at going upstairs."

"Well Mister Davidson, you could pick that, or…would you like another chance at life."

I looked at him for a moment in silence.

For as long as I can remember I've been a fool for odds games, anything where winning or losing was up to chance and luck, always seemed to draw me in, so with a slightly heavy heart, I said.

"Let me hear what you have to offer and I might."

"Very well Mister Davidson." Oscar said, then raising his hand towards the wall again, I watched as the TV that was on the wall disappeared in a flash, and in its place a wheel appeared.

On the wheel were small triangle sections with writing on them, there were no less than one hundred sections.

Scrunching my eyes I read what was on some of them.

"Walking dead, the office, love and monster, dune."

And on and on, after reading the words fifty shades of gray I spoke.

"Wait, these are all shows and movies."

"That is correct Mister Davidson." Oscar said with a small smile.

"So you are saying I have the chance to be in one of those worlds." I asked, a bit excited.

"That is correct, after the new dimension is picked by chance, of the spin of the wheel, you will have a few more spins, three are for boons that will be added to your next life, while the last few will be if you get to keep your memories, and where you will be born."

I tapped my foot on the ground a few times as I thought about that.

"So I still have the possibility that I might lose my memory." I asked.

"That is correct Mister Davidson."

After a few moments of consideration, I stopped tapping my foot and nodded my head.

"Alright, let's do it." I said with a small smile.

"Very well." Oscar said, also with a smile.

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Right first chapter down, let me know if you liked it and if there is anything that needs changing.

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