Expiration Date

part 4

Myself and Jonathan were walking down the hallway together, in silence. I peeked a look at him through my hair, he had been crying like the rest of us. He was the joker of the class, always had been, we were good friends, had been since primary school. We hadn't spoken in a while but we were friendly and we had a sort of brother sister relationship so we cared, we check up on each other and smile at each other in the corridors but nothing more. I looked back down at the floor and then the thought came back into my head. "Do you think that happens to all of us when we die?" I asked
Johnathon stopped and looked up at me with a baffled expression "I.....I don't know" he said "what about you? What do you think?
"I do... I don't know either, I really hope it isn't mainly because......because.......it doesn't matter"
Johnathon suddenly stood in front of me stopping me on my tracks. "What do you mean it doesn't matter" he confronted me "whats going on?"
"It doesn't matter, I told you, I'm..... "
"I don't believe you" he interrupted "i've seen you recently, you're reading Eragon again aren't you? i know somethings up when you read that, you always read it to clear your head and get rid of bad thoughts. what the heck is going on Iris?!" He knew me too well, I knew I couldn't hide this from him, as much as I wanted to try I couldn't. I opened my mouth to tell him but then I felt it. It was there, I could sense it behind me. My eyes flicked to look in the reflection of the window and, sure enough, there it was. Standing there. This was the first time this had happened when I'm not at home. I turned to face it, but there was nothing there, I looked frantically around hoping to find it and confront it. But nothing.
Jonathan looked at me as if I were mad, he couldn't see what was going on. I was so confused while I desperately searched for this dark figure. But still nothing, I was scared and I didnt know what to do. My head was spinning in circles, until Jonathan stopped me, grabbed my shoulders and looked at me in the face "what is going on?!" He demanded from me.
I then broke down, I fell to my knees and cried. "I'm going to die. Jonathan, my death date is soon. And I see it, death, creeping up on me. it's constantly there, never leaving always whispering in my ear and scaring me at night. It Never leaves me alone, it Never stops, it will Never go away. not until i die." This was the first time I had ever opened up about this to any one, and i'm afraid to tell any one else. Death should be private, not judged. Death should be for those who are dying, funerals are for those who are still to live.