*5 months later*
Needless to say, Dean was right. No one believed me. They said it was an "accident". Dean got away with murder. Ugh how I hated him. He asked be out again several times after that, but I refused, I mean, who wouldn't?
I looked down at my wrist as I walked through the hallways at school. My clock said 000days,004mins,023seconds.
Maybe it will be that cute boy in my English class. His was a whole day ahead of mine, but it's possible that it could run fast, I think.
I make it to my locker and open it getting one of my textbooks out. A hand slams down on the wall right above my locker. I take a deep breath.
"What do you want Dean?"
"Sabrina, I'm glad your so happy to see me"
I shut my locker and turn around, instantly being shoved agents it. It knocks the wind out of me.
"See" said Dean with an evil smile "see my wrist?"
It said 000days,000mins,030seconds.
"Can I see yours?" he asks almost to nicely
I shake my head no.
He slams his hand on the wall again then grabs my wrist and pulls my sleeve down. My heart stood still. Same time.
He smiled.
I had trouble breathing. W
When it hit zero, both of our clocks popped off and fell to the ground.
No. No this can't be happening. No not him. Anyone but him.
Dean reached for my arm but I jerked away and took off running.
YOU ARE READING
When Time Ran Out
RomanceWhat if we lived in a world were everyone was born with a countdown on their wrist? Counting down to when you find your soulmate. Would you want to know, or not?
