It hit me. Well, metaphorically and physically. The ground physically hit me, and the realization that I often stumble upon Death isn't a coincidence hit me.
I finally understood what he meant by "[..] you're running out of time." Part of me wanted to use all I had to fight back, part of me wanted to surrender, to let him take me. Within a matter of seconds, I'd be gone. I had to make my decision, without the familiar countdown I had experienced so often. Ironically, there were thirteen seconds left in the hour. 5:59. Thirteen seconds to make that decision I had done one too many times. Thirteen seconds before fate would change me. Forever, this time.
"13, 12, 11..."
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Face to Face with Death
Teen FictionAlison Hal is just your average seventeen year old. But then again.. She's not. • It's not everyday that you get to meet Death, a handsome illusion with a devilish smile. Unfortunately, Alison has. More than once, actually. Death shows up for every...
