Love me in time

One

Have you ever heard of the old saying that goes money is time and time is money? Well, what if life was like that? What if time was just money?

All Josettes life she had been poor, and by poor, I mean she had at least 87,600 hours left on her wrist.

Now many may say, oh well that's a lot. It wasn't, it wasn't as nearly as much as others had.

The time was used to tell when she would die and it was used as money, so not only was 10 years left of her life, but she also needed to survive off of food.

So the more she brought stuff, the less time she had.

In the times like this, Josie could just work and get some more money, or shall I say time?

—it was easy to say but the brunette hadn't had much luck in trying to find jobs.

At the age of 12 she had got her estimated time/money that she would live. That's when everyone would get their time.

The world like this worked upon time as it was told. Kids would have unlimited access to their time until the age of 12. When Josette had found out that her and her sister were bound to die at just the age of 22, their father and mother made sure to buy them everything with their time.

But it wasn't until a cold night in November when a few business men started looking for Alaric, Josettes father.

They said he had owned them some time. Josette's mother knew this was going to happen so she gave both Elizabeth and Josette the remaining of her time.

It wasn't until the next morning when the younger twin found their parents on the hardwood floor cold out dead.

Both the brunette and blond were forced to live in this place called "New Orleans".

Many people would kill for Josette's position but the brunette girl didn't care for it, she just missed her parents. She missed her hard bed that would cause her back aches every morning. She missed the little tea cups that her mother brought her and her sister when they were seven.

She missed the frosty and cold air that would pass upon her skin as she stepped out of her old and tiny house.

She missed the stupidest things because it was her home, and she didn't want to sound like the depressed type but she felt numb, she felt as her heart was there but it wasn't beating at its paced. She felt empty, and all she really wanted was her parents.

—but that was all a fairytale, she couldn't use her stupid time that was located on the right of her wrist, to bring back her mother nor could it be her father, so what was the point in this? What was her point in living?

All those thoughts roamed the brunette haired girl as she stared out the window of the back seat of her aunts car.

Josette sat back as she groaned and huffed at every red car, it reminded her of her mother.

The tall girls pouty lips popped out as she heard the switch of the song. She took out her earbuds and she already felt nauseous—bad idea.

Why couldn't things be right for her? All she really wanted was a good day, a good day out of her 87,598 hours, 38 minutes and 6–no 5 seconds, now.

—"Josie, sweetie, you haven't said a word this whole car ride. Are you okay?" Elena asked as she glanced at her niece through the mirror.

"Where are we going?" Josie muttered as she looked back out of her window.

Elena smiled before her eyes glanced back to the road. "We are going to my house."

The saltzman girl was a bit confused, they passed the sign of New Orleans just about 10 minutes ago. 'Since when did she move to New Orleans?' Josie thought to herself.