Tw: purposefully overdosing on sleeping pills, ig?
4.23 AM
Newt threw his phone across the room, instantly regretting it, because he had people to say goodbye to, and he couldn't do that if his phone was broken.
He got up and grabbed the mobile device which was only slightly chipped at the corner.
He sighed and sat down at his desk, resting his head on his arms.
Death-Cast called him.
He had twenty four hours before he'd die.
4.26 AM
Thomas ran a hand through his hair.
"Again, we are very sorry to lose-"
Thomas hung up, cutting the woman off. He turned to Minho, seeing the fear in his best friend's eyes.
"Don't tell me it was them." He whispered. "Tell me it was anyone, anyone, but them."
Thomas gave him a shaky smile and nodded, eyes becoming moist.
"You're not even in college." Minho said quietly. "YOU'RE NOT EVEN EIGHTEEN!!!" He suddenly shouted.
Thomas jumped and rushed forward to wrap his arms around Minho. "I know." He said hoarsely. "Life is bullshit."
"I can't loose you too." Minho cried into Thomas's neck.
"Sssh Min. It's okay."
"It's not okay."
"I know. I know."
Minho pulled away, wiping his eyes with his sleeve. "Are you gonna tell the others?"
"Suppose I have to. C'mon, let's go back."
Thomas wrapped an arm around Minho's shoulders and they walked back to their foster home.
4.28 AM
I sit up and realise I don't have many people to say goodbye to.
Only two people actually.
My mother and my best friend, Beth.
I'm going to die today.
The thought hits me with a force it hurts my mind like a sack of bricks.
I'm going to die before I turn twenty.
My breathing picks up and my chest tightens and my hands go through my hair and I'm finding it hard to breathe and I'm going to die before I could live and my vision is blurred and I'm going to die and I'm falling into a hole.
4.37 AM
"Thomas? What's wrong?" Brenda asks when everyone has settled in the living room.
I clear my throat and suddenly the words disappear. I can't tell my family I'm going to die.
Except I have to.
"I got a-a call a while ago," I say, my voice breaking, "A call from Death-Cast. I'm..."
A sudden silence blankets all of us. Teresa, Chuck, Minho, Frypan, Brenda and myself.
Then we hear footsteps coming down the hallway and for a second I think it's the Grim Reaper but it's Mary, our foster mother.
"Thomas," she says walking over to me. I stand and let her pull me into a hug. "I know you're not my son by blood," she whispers, "but Jesus Christ I love you just as if you were my own."
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