Book 1 of 3
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I hang up and throw my phone into the river along with my coat. Suddenly I feel a pare of eyes staring into the back of my head I turn around and see him. He holds my stare and let's out a shaky breath.
"Please don't do this" he begs...
I set my paintbrush down whilst looking at my finished painting wondering if it needs anymore work.
I bob my head along to the music thats playing from my headphones and move around the canvas trying to see if i've missed out anything.
When suddenly my music is paused and replaced with a ringtone, i've heard that ringtone before.
What the fuck?
No one ever calls me. Like litterally no one.
i catch a glance of the caller ID and my breathing gets caught in my throat.
Ghosting away is calling me.
This has to be a mistake right? Please let it be a mistake.
"Hello?"i ask
"Oh hello gosh you sound young this is olivia harmon right?"
The woman sounds old probably in her late 50s i feel like she is eveyones favourite grandma that bakes cookies everytime you go and visit her.
"Yes this is she" i reply
"Oh, jesus this is going to be hard," she mumbles.
"Ok dear well i regret to inform you but sometime during the 24 hours of this day.." she pauses "you are going to die."
I freeze.
wait what?
Im left speachless and im guessing the woman on the phone can sense that because she carries on talking.
"Im so sorry honey, if it isnt a bother may i ask how old you are?"she askes.
I clear my thoat and say,"no its no trouble at all uhm,i'm 19 actually."
"Snickerdoodles, gosh darn it, im so sorry sweetie you have your whole life ahead of you and stupid time gods ruined it." She complains.
I let a singular tear escape from my eye. Shit. I havent cried since well. Don't worry about that.
"Im so sorry about this but im going to have to ha-"
I hang up before she could say anything else.
I throw my headphones onto my bed that was next to me and walkout of my bedroom to grab my coat.
I walkout of my apartment checking my phone to see the time.
12:12pm
Funny.
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I dont know how long ive been walking. I just know that my feet ache like a mother fucker.
I look around to try and familiarise where i am but i cant seem to reconise anywhere.
It looks like im in a park of some sort there are trees everwhere and a small swing set not that far from me.
My eyes dart to a bench with a gold plate thats been nailed into it.
'In loving memory of sofia jenkings 2015-2021'
The name Jenkins seems familiar but i can't think of where i've seen it before.
Poor girl, she was only 6 i wonder how it happend.
I sit down on the bench letting my sobbs out not caring about people who could hear me.
Im basically dead.
Im still curious about the sofia girl.
did she get a call aswell? (***) I trace the scars that are on my arm thinking about the many times i wanted to die yet the phone call never came. And now when i dont want to die because i actually have a life here now it fucking comes. (***) wheres the logic in that?
I close my eyes. I cant be botherd to open them anymore its to much efort i might aswell just welcome death with open arms.
I feel something dip down beside me and Stare at me.
Huh? Stalker much.
I open my eyes and unwrap my arms from around my legs and see a boy. A really fucking beautiful boy just saying.
He has black hair that kind of drapes across his four head but in a nice way.
His eyes oh my lord his eyes. He has grey colours eyes that remind me of a foggy day.
Hes like hella muscly like hes built like a fucking swimmer.
"Hey, are you a swimmer?" I ask curiously
He stares at me with a confused look on his face.
"What?" He replys
"Like your built like a swimmer"
"Im built like a swimmer?"he asks
"Thats what i said isn't it?" I throw back.
"No im not a swimmer"he confermes.
"Oh thats dissopointing what do you do then because you are like really fit" my eyes widen at my choice of words.
"N-no! No! No! I didnt mean it in that way i swear oml shut up olivia you dumbass" i mentally hit my self in the head.
"No dont worry i get what you mean dont beat yourself up over it" he says between chuckles.
His laugh ladies and the gays. Pure heaven. Like you know those like sympthonys that you could listen to all day. Like that.
"I have a question for you though" he asks me.
"Sure, shoot." I answer wiping the stray tears from my cheeks.
"What are you doing sitting and crying on my little sisters bench?"
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(A/N) HEY GUYS! That was the first chapter i hope that you liked it 🤭
How are you how has your day been?
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