"Do you want the timer?"
"What timer?"
"An overhead timer so you can keep track of when I'll be back."
"Do I have to?"
"Most don't accept it. You don't have to either. I'm just letting you know your options."
I think it through for a while. Do I need a timer? Not necessarily. Then I think; what are timers for? People use them to countdown events, events that they're sure of. Christmas; birthdays; even New Year's. For me, it's my death. I already swallowed those pills and I know for sure that it'll happen. No amount of happy moments and pampering is going to change that.
"Let me have it," I say as she's about to walk out. "It's time I had some order in my life."
Mag pushes it overhead. "I'm setting it for an hour. Long enough for you to fall asleep."
"Oh, I'm not falling asleep at all. I want to experience every moment of this."
She sets the timer at sixty-seven and leaves. Great! That extra seven minutes might come in handy. Inhale. Exhale. Now it's just me and the music. Dammit! No, me and this itching. I want to tear everything off me and scratch a hole in my body, my nose, chin, arms, legs, hair; face even. But maybe what I should be doing is thanking it. This can be the welcomed intrusion I need to keep me safe from Ebony. In my final hours, the last thing I'd want to be doing is spending it in her presence. And yes, just like that, I jinx my one chance for a peaceful exit.
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NINE TIME MACHINES: Do you want to undo your entire life on planet earth?
FantasiThere is a war coming! In it, Lilith and the impostor God must battle for all human minds on earth. But one girl can stand in the gap for all humanity. However, to prove worthy for this feat, Mary must begin shadow work to take the mark upon herself...
