Expiration Date

part 5

Me and Jonathan had made our way down to the car park where we sat on the steps and waiting for our parents to pick us up. "Why didn't you tell me?" He asked.
"I haven't told anyone, of course my parents know, but no one else." I replied, holding back yet more tears.
"Why? Why haven't you told any one?" He asked again.
"Because, I dont want to be like the others. I want my death to be like the ones in stories, sudden and sad and unknown, i don't want the buildup or anything like what happened to sir. I want it to be simple and I want it to be quick and remembered."
Johnathon piped up "But, it is like that, you are remembered, people celebrate the death and want to be able to know when to be there for you..."
"Surely people should be there for each other all the time, day in day out?" I questioned him, but he answer didn't come to him, he sat and waited but instead he turned and faced me and said "you always have lived in a world of books and fairy tails haven't you?" I turned away and tried to shut him outWe sat in silence again, waiting.

I could sense him looking at me and I let my hair fall in a curtain so I didn't have to face him, I felt judged. Why was he staring at me, I don't get it. I turned to stare back at him but he had stopped, instead he was looking straight forward in complete shock, he looked like he had seen a ghost. 

And he had.

Johnathan was looking straight ahead directly at a body, it was our teacher, walking, limp, and pale as a piece of paper. We were both baffled, what the bloody heck was going on? He was walking slowly, with small, dragging steps. We called his name yet received no reply. We walked over and noticed his eyes were open with blood still pouring out of every crevice, his neck limp from where he had broken it from the fall, the bone sticking out. He has a blinking orange light, illuminating the majority of his forehead. I started to scream, I was confused and scared and then we realized, he wasn't breathing. We ran to find help but everyone shut us out, ignoring us and carrying on ignoring the walking body. Every one had their own lives to carry on with so no one cared. Not even our parents. We were both so confused but then we realized, they don't care because they know they are safe, they know when they die so they don't take any notice.

That night I was sat in bed again, sleepless, and staring. Staring into the mirror where I saw it, where I saw death again. But this time something happened, it smiled.