LIBBY FRENCH
march 24th 2019
12:05 AM
it was five past twelve when i got the dreaded phone call, the alarm that deafened my ears and numbed my brain to a point of limited movement. looking up to the wall in front of me, my eyes were wide; smothered in fear and shock. it didn't have to be like this i'm only 35, i technically had my whole life ahead of me.
the woman on the other end of the phone was mundane, slow and drunk with fake sorrow. i was probably her third or fourth call of today.
life is unfair, i hadn't been given the chance of kids, marriage or the happy life i dreamed of. i never got to walk out of my nine-to-five without handing in my notice. i never got to pull a midnight drive in the summer with the roof down and fleetwood mac on full volume. i simply haven't lived.
i was tempted to sleep through the day- it's only my last, there was no need to make it special. i was simply fulfilling my role as a statistic to the fucked up government we live under; that's all my life was in value.
the call lasted approximately three minutes and twenty-six seconds. with the dreaded quote that anyone would know, "and elizabeth, i apologies for the pain, we are sorry to lose-"
i hung up before she got to finish- i didn't want my last form of human interaction to be with a half arsed woman who supports this bullshit telling me to live my life. i wouldn't do it. and anyway- elizabeth isn't my name.
i was angry. not at the thought that this was the end of my life as i know it, but the fact that this system is still in place.
however the section of the phone call that i did listen too was informing me of the next steps i had to take: filling out the form, living my day to the fullest.
maybe, just maybe it will put my parents mind to rest, being in their early sixties they wouldn't care- the free willed, rock and rolled parents who never stayed in the same place for longer than a month- were more than happy to stay clear from their daughter.
if i have to be completely honest the idea of the "one day" app did appeal to me, but i couldn't hurt my pride in downloading it. what mid thirty year-old needed to download a app to make friends in their last hours?
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eventually * HIDDLESTON
Fanfictionlibby and tom both have their countdown and are slowly anticipating their end. based off of the book 'they both die at the end' by adam silvera.
