I woke up from trauma. I didn't know where I was. Then this tall man with black hair and blue eyes walked into my hospital room.
"Hello Mr. Howell, how are you feeling?" I was confused. "I'm feeling fine. Thank you." I said looking at him. He lifted my arm and examined it closely. Then I saw this thing on my arm.
"What's that on my arm?" I pointed to the clear clock. "Oh that! That's just your expiration date, how many years, days, hours and seconds you're going to live." He sounded okay with it.
The time read. "1 year, 56 hours, 38 seconds."
I looked at it closely. He had one too. His read "67 years, 26 hours and 34 seconds." It was kind of creepy to see that on someone's arm.
After he had left I laid down in the hospital bed and started to tap the glass. This little girl came into my room, she sat on my bed. "So how long do you have left?" She asked
"One year." I looked into her eyes.
"Oh, I only have 3 days left." My eyes started to water.
"Oh." "Can you tell me a story?" She started jumping up and down.
So I told her the story of my father during the Vietnam war. "That's awesome! Did he make it?" She looked excited to hear more.
"Sadly no, he was shot in the head." I smirked.
Then the doctor came in.
"Mary? What are you doing out of your room? You're disturbing this man from his sleep!" Then I interrupted. "Actually no she wasn't. I was telling her a story or of my father." I smiled at her.
He took her away to her room. Later that night I heard a scream. It was the doctor, Mary had died. He came into my room to tell me the news. I didn't know how to react. He hugged me and started crying. "All she wanted to do was go to Paris. That was her dream." His eyes were filled with tears. "I'll take her someday when I see her again." A tear dropped from my face.She was gone.
"Thank you, but there's no way you can do that without killing your-" I grabbed the scissors that were on the nightstand and stabbed myself. When I opened my eyes I saw Mary. She was standing there in a beautiful gown. She grabbed my hand and started walking into the light. I saw my father and he ran up to me. I saw everybody. At least I got to be with her again and also my father. "I missed you!" I started to cry. "I know." My father said hugging me.
I finally got to take her to Paris.
