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3 yr. ago
SimbaTheSavage8
Your Days Are Numbered
5
The number has blossomed on my right wrist, a single digit, in fancy handwriting. I donât know what to make of it. I donât know what it even meant. For all my love of tattoos, I donât remember asking for that one in particular. Especially not a number on my wrist like that.
I am living the high life, anyway. I just got a new apartment, a new car. My wıfe is expecting in a few months. Fortune is smiling down on me. I am the happiest man alive!
4
My boss fired me from my jÞb today. Said I was under performing. It didnât make sense. My work has been excellent the past few months. Why would I suddenly be fired today?
I was the main bread winner of the family, but my wıfe has a dead-end jÞb working as the cashier in the small grocery store in town. Times are tougher now, but with a bit of budgeting we can make it through.
The number has changed to 4. In Chinese cultures the number 4 is unlucky. Just like my baÍd lÌžuck today, I suppose.
3
The number changed again. The number 3 this time.
I still donât know what to make of these numbers. I went to psychics, tattoo artists. They examineÄ my arm, but they also never saw anything like it. Each and everyone of them was left speechless.
My parents has been coughing up a storm. Their faces are weak and pale, and it was obvious they are on deathâs door. I visited them at the hospıtal today; looking at them, I am not sure they are going to make it.
Iâm super worried. And stressed. I think my hair is turning gray, just like my parents.
2
The number counts down to 2. I got a feeling it wonât go well when it hits 0.
I got evicted from my apartment today. The land lord wanted to make room for a younger coÏ
ple. I just got the apartment. It didnât make any sense.
But then again, this week isnât making any sense.
At least I still have my wıfe and chıld. Right?
1
My wıfe is dead. Rammed the car in the tree. It had been raining last night, and the road was wet and slippery.
They found her corps in the car, twisted beyond recognition. The front of the car was a smashed piece of metal.
Iâm heart broken. I have lost so much this week. The number agrees, a 1 on my right wrist. The number is the colour of bÄŸood.
0
I woke up coughing up bÄŸood. My hair is as whÃte as the snow falling outside. I can hear my heart pouncing through my head.
I donât feel well. DeÀth is coming, shrouded in black, with a scythe in his left hand.
The number cut deep into my flesh, a single bloodƎ 0. I have nothıng left to lıve for.
I guess this is good bye.