I died much too young in my first life. At the young age of 17 I never really had a chance to live . . . well kind of.

I was born into a fairly well-off family, and by well-off I mean filthy rich. I was spoiled rotten, never once did I hear the word 'no' until school came along and even than it was a rare occurrence. Like many children with rich parents I was raised by a nanny, the only time I knew for certain my parents would be home was Christmas and my birthday, and that was only for show. But even that stopped being a definite as I got older. I mean who cares about their only son's eighth birthday, right?

It was around the age of 9 that I first got the idea that if I did something completely unacceptable, my parents would be forced to pay attention to me; two weeks later I got my first in many piercings. When that didn't work I ended up doing bolder things to try to get my parents attention. By the time I was 13 I had five earrings on one ear and three on the other, my hair was dyed bright red, and I had managed to get a tattoo on each arm. You could really get anything through bribes. But not once did these little acts of rebellion get my parents attention.

Through my life wasn't only composted of failed rebellion, it was also full of adventure, humor, and romance . . . through books of course. From Twilight, to Oliver Twist, I read every book I could get my hands, which happens to be a lot when you have a library in your mansion. But out of all the books I read, the Harry Potter series was always my favorite. In fact it was because of a dream I had at 14 about one Draco Malfoy that I realized who I really was. That's right folks I discovered I was gay through an erotic dream about Draco Malfoy. I'm just that awesome.

Gay or not I grew up getting anything I wanted whenever I wanted and I quickly got that to apply to men too. Gay, straight, rich or poor I could get almost all of them in my bed, no man alive could resist my sexy bad boy appeal. Not that any of them could hold my attention for long, none of the many nameless men I slept with bothered to look beyond my surface, not one of them asked where my parents were or ever wondered if I was okay with the fact they didn't come home for my birthday. All they ever saw was the expensive designer labels and steel earrings.

It was an early spring day when that life finally ended. After ditching yet another inconsiderate boyfriend, I had decided to walk the three mile path home from my private school for time to think. It happened fast, there was a screech of tires, a girl screaming, and then pain. A blinding, sharp pain. My last coherent thought of that life was that I'd never even get to try the new iPhone 6. . .

What came after dying was nothing was what I expected. I was expecting shirtless hot guys surrounding me and catering to my every need. Well that or these burning fires of hell that so many people yelled that I was heading to. Instead I got the all too familiar inside of the car that had driven me around most of my life.

The car held a lot of memories for me both good and bad. It was the car that drove me to school every morning and the car that drove me back. It was also the car that drove me to the many birthday parties that featured my parents absent. All in all it was the car that most represented change in my life, which could only mean one thing. . . That the Harry Potter books were right about the afterlife!

I chuckled and threw my head back on the seat. I love being right about things.

"Don't tell me you're happy about dying?" A childish voice sounded from the seat next to me.

I turned my head to my right so quickly I'm surprised I didn't get whiplash. Well on second thought not that surprised given I was dead and all. Anyway, next to me sat a girl that couldn't be older than ten. She had long black hair that hid her pale face from view. A misty robe graced her body and covered all of her except for her tiny pasty hands. In other words she was creepy as hell.

"Who the hell are you?" I asked, trying my very best to keep the fear out of my voice.

Slowly her head turned towards me, her raven hair dragging across her lap as it turned. Once her head was facing me she tilted it back causing her hair to fall away from her face and reveal her ashen completion. A terrifying smile stretched across her face.

"I'm Death, it's nice to see you again!" she chirped.

I tried my best to process that the tiny girl in front of me was Death, but just wouldn't compute through my absolute terror.

"You're Death." I repeated incredulously.

"Yep!" She answered, her little head bobbing as if she was listening to music.

"As in The Grim reaper, Death?"

"Mmhm"

I stared at the miniature girl in front of me, still trying to process that she was The Death.

"Moving on-" Death started cheerily.

"Wait did you say 'again'?" I interrupted, my mind finally catching up.

Death glared at me, causing me to cower back.

"As I was saying." She started again in the same tone as before as if I hadn't spoke up. "We've met before now, you just don't remember it."

"Why not?" I asked still wary of the girl's glare.

"I mean that you keep dying before you can complete the task set for your soul. So I keep having to come and send you back."

I looked at her even more confused than ever. "I don't understand, I think I would remember if I had died before."

Death bobbed her head again. "Yes, you would remember if you died more than once in a single lifetime."

"I don't remember dying."

Death looked at me like I was missing something obvious. Then it hit me. She had said single lifetime, as if I had more than one.

"So you're saying." I swallowed uneasily. "That I have lived more than one lifetime."

Death's smile widened. "That's right!" She cheered.

"Why?" I asked

"Why what?"

"Why did you have to give me a new life? Why didn't you just send me back to my old life?"

"Well." She answered patiently. "Every time a soul's body dies before it completed its destiny, you have to recycle it into a new universe. Because the reason it died in before it could complete its task is because it wouldn't be able to that universe. Understand?"

"I think so." I nodded thoughtfully. "So what you're saying is that I died because I wouldn't be able to complete my destiny in that universe."

"That's right!"

I sat back, rubbing my piercings. "Do you talk to every person who needs to be reborn?"

Death laughed. "Of course not." She said. "That would take much too long, I have assistants for that."

I gazed at the strange girl. "Then why are you here with me?"

"I take interest in the souls who die more than a hundred times without completing their destiny."

"I've died over a hundred times?!" I nearly yelled, sitting forward quickly.

"154 times to be exact." She answered happily. "It's a new record."

"I can't handle this." I groaned, rubbing at my eyes.

"No you can't." Death replied.

I looked over at her, fear creeping up in my chest. "What do you mean?"

She looked at me, a deadly serious look in her eyes. "I can't keep sending you back forever. Every time it scars you're soul. This is your last chance, if you can't get it right this time I'll have to destroy you."

"Destroy me?"

"You know, wipe you from existence."

"Okay, okay." I took a deep breath to calm my nerves. "I just have to not die before I complete my destiny. . . Wait how am I supposed to do that if I don't remember I have a destiny to complete?"

Death smiled mysteriously. "Since these are extreme circumstances I have deiced to break one of my own rules."

When she paused I looked over at her curiously, silently urging her to continue.

"You are going to get to keep you memories." She applauded. "And as a bonus for reaching your last run, you get to choose which universe you're going into!"

A dark scythe, longer than twice her body, appeared in Death's left hand.

"Choose quickly, I have work to do." She said in an almost murderous voice.

Panicked at the sudden change in mood and the fast pace everything was moving at, I said the first thing that popped into my mind. "Harry Potter universe."

"Are you sure?" Death questioned.

"Yes." I answered, more confident than before.

"If I send you there I will send you all the way back to 1960. Can you handle that? Because If not this is your last chance to change it." She warned.

"I'm sure." I said in an even more confident tone than before. "Plus it's not like the butterfly effect thing is real or anything. . . Right?"

Death only smiled mysteriously, before swinging her scythe through me. Making the world as I knew it, fade away forever.