I woke up to the sound of somebody heaving open the door to my "Vertical Room." It was Parker. I didn't offer to help him, I didn't even stand up. Once he bad gotten his door open, he shut it behind him and walked in. He sat down next to me and put his face in his hands. I had absolutely no idea what he was doing, so I decided to just ignore him.
"Are you going to ask me why I'm here?"
"No."
"Okay."
I settled back and tried to fall asleep again.
"You know? I don't like this system anymore!"
"That's nice."
"Why do you not care?!?"
I turned around and looked him in the eye.
"When I first understood what the words on my wrist meant, I didn't stop crying for a week. I wouldn't get get married, have kids, watch my parents grow old. Every year, my birthday was torture for me, I was one year closer to dying. Our system keeps the people they want, clearly they didn't want me. I don't care because they don't care."
Parker stayed silent for a moment. He looked at me like he wanted to feel sorry, but he didn't know what to say.
"I'm sorry." He finally got out.
"Don't be, it's not your issue."
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Short chapter😁
Next one will be longer, I swear
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The Day I Started Living
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