Hello, I'm Akuji, a 27-year-old person that's a little too paranoid of the outside world for her own good. You might be thinking, "it's too early for you to die, you're so young!" And y'know what I say to that? Yeah, I think so too.
As my neighbors are celebrating new year's next door (a little too loudly, I might add), I'm replacing the bulletproof curtains on my windows instead of doing the same, even if I live alone in my apartment. My sibling used to be my roommate, but like I said, they passed away last year.
My new year's resolution, though? Make it another year without dying. Yep, that's it.
I've always been scared of dying before my time. I want to live long enough to do stuff like traveling the world, but it's kinda hard to do so when you're me, a person who hermits herself in her apartment almost 24/7. I don't even go on my balcony.
Kinda sucks that the walls are thin, though. Someone's gonna get knocked out from how many party poppers the neighbors are, well, popping. Don't even get me started on the alcohol.
I got invited to party with them earlier, but I declined, as I always do when someone asks me to hang out with them or invites me to a party. It's just in my nature.
I finished replacing the curtains and then collapsed on the couch. (...Collapsed as in 'flopped down' onto the couch, by the way. Just in case you're as paranoid as me.)
I grabbed my phone and scrolled through Twitter for a bit, then got a text from my cousin.
"Still locking yourself up in your apartment on New Year's? Go out and do something, you need it!"
I texted her back, saying,
"Why should I? I've been in here for a long time and survived, I think I could last a little longer."
"You haven't gotten fresh air in, like, a million years, Akuji," she replied.
"Doesn't the ventilation system come from outside?"
"Not the same."
The next thing I see on my screen is a picture of my apartment complex.
"Now, I'll be at your apartment in a few minutes, you better be ready!"
I sighed and left her on read.
Is she really going to make me do this?
The answer is yes. A few minutes later, in what seemed like no time at all, there was a never ending rapping on the door.
Reluctantly, I opened it (only because I knew that she wouldn't stop knocking unless I did), and saw my cousin standing there with a smile on her face.
She pulled me into a tight hug before I could even process anything, and I just stood there and sighed.
"Hello, Ayelet..." I mumbled.
"You're finally getting out of here, Akuji!" she exclaimed.
I guess names that start with A run in the family. At least her name's better than mine; hers means life while mine basically means death. Ironic, isn't it?
"I never agreed to go with you."
"Well, you're going anyway! Get your stuff, I better see you outside in 10 minutes."
She let go of me and skipped away while I stared at her leaving.
Doing as she said, I got all of the stuff that I needed, put them all in a small backpack, and walked to the threshold of the door, hesitating to go into the hallway.
Getting out of here...
I really don't want to do this.
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Living on a Time Limit
General FictionAkuji, a 27-year-old woman, lived in a family who's lost a member year after year. Her cousin Ayelet, the polar opposite of her, was the only one she looked up to when she needed advice or comfort. Overtime, the grief and paranoia Akuji experienced...
