Short Story--- Assignment

All of the sudden I was trapped! Trapped in a dark and cool place I had never been before, with only a small sliver of old, dusty light streaming through a tiny crack under the door. As I franticly looked for an escape route to get out of this prison, a sound came from the other side of the door. The rusty knob rattled and twisted, the door flew open. In stepped the tall, slinky man with a broad chin and dark hair from earlier that day in the park, the man that had been talking to himself next to the swings all morning. He had a blank face, but his eyes seemed to dance with worry, regret, and pain. As my eyes painfully adjusted to the light, I saw what looked like a baseball bat coming down from the heavens on a direct path towards my head.
With a head ache stronger than any that I can recall, I awoke to the sound of water, dripping slowly and steadily from somewhere across the silent room. As I turned my head slowly from side to side, feeling the sharp pains in the back of my neck, I saw that I was in a different room then before. This room was surrounded by glass mirrors for walls, and as I looked into the one in front of me, I was dragged to a world I hadn’t been to in many years.
I saw flowers growing by a pond as I jumped into the clear water in the heat of summer, then just as quickly, I was on the porch of my Grandmother in late summer watching the lightning bugs flitter by. I hadn’t had even enough time to catch one before I was on to my next childhood memory of climbing the apple trees in the orchard. I was running from the bees in the meadow; I was at home during a thunderstorm waiting for the rain to let up; baking cookies with mother; running through the school yard; swinging high, feeling the breeze against my face. I saw myself swaying in the trees; running with friends that I know longer think of, but had once been my dearest companions; I saw the life that I had so loved and the life that I had turned my back on. Next was adolescents and high school, with the pictures of times spent hanging out with friends, staying late at all the parties, memories of first dates and heart breaks, having way too much stuff, playing the music way too loud, ditching almost every class, and pushing all the cars to their limits every night. I watched my life change through the years and saw every mistake, missed opportunity, as well as every great decision with every God given blessing I had never given a moment’s notice to. Every last memory and experience that had made me, me in life, all flashing before my eyes in one long movie reel. And then, just as spontaneous and unexpected as it had started, it was over, and I was back in the room of glass mirrors with the tall, slinky man with the broad chin and dark hair.
He sat quietly in his chair and just looked at me. When I said nothing, he rose and started to walk towards me. Slowly and steadily he raised his hand and placed it on the open wound that he had caused with is baseball bat, and waited.