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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 donโt know what to make of it. I donโt know what it even meant. For all my love of tattoos, I donโt 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 wฤฑfe 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 jรธb today. Said I was under performing. It didnโt 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 wฤฑfe has a dead-end jรธb 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 baอd lฬธuck today, I suppose.
3
The number changed again. The number 3 this time.
I still donโt know what to make of these numbers. I went to psychics, tattoo artists. They examineฤ 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 deathโs door. I visited them at the hospฤฑtal today; looking at them, I am not sure they are going to make it.
Iโm 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 wonโt go well when it hits 0.
I got evicted from my apartment today. The land lord wanted to make room for a younger coฯ
ple. I just got the apartment. It didnโt make any sense.
But then again, this week isnโt making any sense.
At least I still have my wฤฑfe and chฤฑld. Right?
1
My wฤฑfe 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.
Iโm heart broken. I have lost so much this week. The number agrees, a 1 on my right wrist. The number is the colour of bฤพood.
0
I woke up coughing up bฤพood. My hair is as whรญte as the snow falling outside. I can hear my heart pouncing through my head.
I donโt feel well. Deรคth is coming, shrouded in black, with a scythe in his left hand.
The number cut deep into my flesh, a single bloodฦด 0. I have nothฤฑng left to lฤฑve for.
I guess this is good bye.