Author note: So with this short story, it’s more of a beginning. I wanted to see where the story would go, however, it gave me ideas for other stories instead and left it as it is.
Let me know what do you think. I will be posting more detailed and interesting stories in the future. Hope you enjoy it!
How is this possible? What’s going on with me? My apologies, allow me to explain. At birth, everyone has a tattoo of their death date. I don’t know how it came to be, but it’s been going on for decades.
At first, many didn’t understand the date on the arm. It wasn’t long before they realized what it meant. Whenever someone is near their due date the government gives them a certain amount of money to go do anything they desire. The rule is the longer the due date the more money you receive. Majority of people only live long to at least 24, unless you’re the rare percent of those who live longer. Now that you’re caught up here’s where it gets strange.
Not a bad thing, right? However, I was supposed to die yesterday. Yet here I am, alone in this two bedroom apartment, laying on my bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.
Not the sound of the feminine voice telling me to get up and come eat breakfast. The smell of delicious, mouthwatering food vanished the moment she left. The touch of her warm embrace when things got rough is gone. I was alone and living. I don’t have many friends so what’s the point of telling anyone. Yet I should. Right? I have enough money to do whatever I want. So why am I here?
Maybe because I’m scared, I’ve never heard of anyone with my situation. Glancing at the clock on the wall. It read 9:35 in the morning. A sigh escaped my lips as I got up and began packing a bag with the money. In about twenty-five minutes they’ll be coming to get me. And I’m not going out this way.
Before your time you have to fill out a paper of where will you be before your time is up. You have the option to tell whether you’re traveling or staying in the country. Either way, the government replies with a notice stating they will come to pick up the body at a specific time.
They took her and now they’ll be coming for me. While checking to ensure I have everything something caught my eye. Slowly heading to my dresser there was a photo of the both of us happy. She didn’t look sad neither did I. The world didn’t matter to us but that was the past.
Taking the photo out of the frame, fold it and place it in the bag I was ready. Putting on a plain white t-shirt, dark ripped jeans, black combat boots and dark blue leather jacket I grabbed the bag and made my way to the door. Taking one last look at this place I called home, there was nothing left for me here.
What I need to do is to find what’s going on with me. I can’t do that when the government is coming after me. Right now I need answers and I’m going to get them. No matter who comes my way.