A scream. A cry.
A long corridor. A closed door.
A man sat in the hall, he was getting impatient. He started to pass the hall. A nurse stepped out of a room; closing the door behind her.
"Twins." She said in a low voice with her hands still on the door knob.
The man fell to his knees, tears began rolling down his face.
"She wants to see you."
The nurse helped him up and into the room she had just left.
A young woman sat in the bed, sweat dripping from her face, in her lap slept two babies, one wore a blue hat, the other a pink.
The man ran to her side.
"Brooke, you are my only love." He whispered in between sobs.
She kissed him on the check and handed him the baby with the pink hat.
He stood up and cradled the baby. She opened her heavy eyes. Green. Deep dark green eyes looked back into his blue eyes. She saw the world from his for the first time.
He felt a sudden pain in his right forearm. He lifted his sleeve. Eight numbers imprinted on his skin read '11-07-2009'. He would live to the babies ninth birthday. They would miss him. He thought about the baby with the pink hat. He looked at its right arm. It read '23-05-2037'. Thirty-seven years from now. She had thirty-seven years to live.
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Death Dates
Teen FictionFrom birth we are tattooed with a date on our right arm. That date represents the day we die. Razzy is a cafe owner and had lost her dad on her 9th birthday. Or so she thought. Once her date is reached she finds that nothing is as it seems. And sh...
