My time has come

Living in the world where everybody knows the date of other people death wasn't so cool as you imagine. Every day walking down the street you could see small numbers above the persons head. It isn't so bad. But the person don't know when they die. You couldn't tell them. Even if you wanted to. This is the worst thing. If you tried to tell someone they death date two things could happen. First one is that you can't open your lips. Like they were sewed together. Of course you can talk with them normally about things but not about the date. The second thing was worse. You could die. That's why nobody even tried to do this.

The person knows if it's the day of their death by looking at other people. If they start to be nice to you and try to do everything you want, you know your time has come. Of course there were people who starts to panic and screaming that they don't want to die, but most of them just stay calm and let the fate do what it wants.

Braxton Dudley was a teenager living in this world. He had a happy family and zero problems at school. His life was perfect, that's what everybody thought. It wasn't. Why you might ask? He felt sexually attached to people next to him who would die in the next 24 hours. Of course he would never admit it. It was too embarrassing. Imagine walking to the school on a very lovely summer day. The birds are singing, your friends are making a happy talk next to you and you enjoying your life. You walk next to an old man and suddenly you have a very dirty mind of you and him doing a very interesting things in a bed. Yes, it's horrible.

It started when Braxton was only ten years old. He was riding on the bike to the local shop. His mom asked him to buy bread. And because he's a very nice kid he agreed to it. It was a very warm spring day. Something new in the city he lived in. Baxley wasn't a big city like New York or Los Angeles. It was pretty small. It had its own hospital and city hall and even a port. Being placed near Mississippi has its own perks. All around Baxley were forests, the nearest city was around 50 kilometres (31 miles) away. But the citizens weren't worried about that. They were happy here where they were.

Braxton lived in the richer part of the city. His father being a very popular lawyer and his mom a very busy doctor. They lived in a villa placed near the forest, little away from the city but still close to the boy's school. There wasn't something like private school for rich kids. There was only one public school where they surprisingly had place for all the children from Baxley.

Braxton rode on his bike near a police station when he felt something tight in his pants. He stopped and looked down trying to figure out what's going on. Not knowing what to do he jumped off his bike and reclined it on a tree. His parents told him that if he ever had a problem he should go to the police where a friend of his father works. So he did as he was told. He walked up the stairs and through the door. A policeman was standing near probably having a break so the boy walked up to him.

"Excuse me sir, can you show me where mister Blankenship currently abides?" he asked nicely

"Blankenship? Oh! You must be Dudley boy he was talking about! He's in his office on second floor. Go up this stairs and it's the third door on the left." The black haired man said pointing at the stairs behind him.

"Thank you sir." Braxton politely thanked and walked in the direction he was told to go. After going up the stairs and down the hall he knocked, as he was told, on the third door on the left.

"Jonson! If it's you again then it would end worse than the last time!" a very angry deep voice shouted from inside.

"Excuse me sir! It's me! Braxton! Can I go in?!" the boy asked not moving from his place.

"Braxton?! Holy shit! I'm sorry! Please come in!" Blankenship panicked. Dudley opened the door and silently closed it. "Please, sit on the chair. And please don't tell your parents that I said bad words! They would be very angry! Especially your father!" the boy sat on the chair standing by the desk placed by the window. On the other side of the bureau a man around his late thirties was sitting in an armchair.