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3 yr. ago
Yumifire
14,280,786
14,280,786
That’s the number I was born with. A red scar carved into my left arm
that shocked all who saw it. Especially when it changed.
Yes I was born with a number counting down every minute. Do you
know how long that many minutes are? 27 years, 2 months, 19 days,
13 hours and 46 minutes.
No one really understood it. Mother made me cover it. It was the
family secret and I was never to show it to anyone. Grandmother I
think was the closest to understanding, as soon as she saw it she
muttered “death curse” and ordered me to never bother her again.
What would you do if you knew exactly when you were going to die?
But you never knew how?
It’s impossible to have something like this and not have it affect
every part of your life. Why try hard in school? I would never have a
career. Never be normal. Why have a girlfriend or children if I couldn’t
grow old with anyone? As time went on, I guess I found that I was
just best alone. Had a few one time dates, but I guess it just didn’t
work for me. I pushed everyone away, even mother.
Finally the day came. I had decisions to make. Should I drink myself
unconscious and hope I sleep through it? But I didn’t want to end up
one of those bodies found months after death. That’s what led me to
go for a walk, areas that are regularly visited. Who knows, maybe
someone could save me? I admit I was scared, despite all the time I
had to prepare myself. I didn’t want to die
With 10 minutes left I went on my walk. Best to avoid crossing any
roads. I plotted my route carefully, but that’s what led me to him.
3 minutes to go was when he blocked my path with demands for
money. What money? Wouldn’t you spend it all if you were dying
soon? He became agitated and pulled out a gun. At least I know
what I’m dying from now.
2 minutes to go, I begged him not to kill me but he didn't listen. He’s
trying to scare me but his finger is resting on the trigger. It would just
take one knock.
1 minute to go, I thought about how unfair this all was. I want to live
so badly. So that’s when I jumped him and fought for the gun. Stupid
I know but I had to try. And that’s when the gun fired.
The blood soaked my left arm and the man slumped over, taking his
last breath. I didn’t mean to kill him. I stared in horror at the corpse in
the pool of blood in front of me. It took me far too long to realise how
much time had passed. I wiped away the blood to check.
The number had changed.
170,012
3 months, 26 days, 2 hours and 12 minutes.