Time Bomb / a Jack Barakat fanfiction.

Time Bombs.

(Neveah's POV)

I've always wondered how it worked. How, unlikely as it seemed, we all could see how long someone had to live. And how society had trained us all to pick someone who we knew would last long. Of course, you couldn't see your own time-stamp. I guess I've just hated how we were raised with so much distaste for the known. The largest tragedy of telling any true story is re-living the past. Something most of us were able to escape by the end of it. But, before I get too ahead of myself, here's my beginning.

The room is dark, only lit by a small sliver of light coming in from the many light posts outside. Everything was quiet but in what seemed like the distance, however only being muffled by my bedroom window, I listen intently to the sound of the rain pouring down outside. It was the thunder that woke me up this particular morning. With a squeak of my bed, I maneuvered myself up and towards the window. For a moment, I watched just as the rain picked up and engulf the ground without mercy. It was almost haunting.

I hear the alarm on my phone start to go off, kind of snapping me out of my trance-like state. I had an interview that morning for another job I had lined up. It wasn't easy to keep a job when my anxiety starts to overwhelm. The pressure of making my grandma's last days meaningful mixed with the fear that I'll be gone before she is. We had promised each other not to tell one another when it'll happen, so I try not to pay attention to the green glow above her head counting down. But, every so often, I'll take a glance to remind myself. 

I know I'm not alone in my anxiety. I figure everyone, or at least most of us, suffer from the same. Knowing when someone you love will die in a certain amount of time will mess with anyone's head, don't you think? 

Not long after I had turned off my alarm and gotten ready for the day, it was time to get going. And although it was still dim and dull outside, it had stopped raining for the time being so me and my grandma agreed that I would walk the few blocks over to my interview at a local deli shop.

I head out, hoping the rain would show me a little more mercy than it did the ground before me just a few hours earlier. Not that luck was ever truly on my side anyway -- because once I had gotten close to the deli, it had started to pour once more. I decided to get out of the rain by jogging the rest of the way down the street, passing one particular guy that I almost shoulder checked as I went by. I tried not to make eye contact, knowing once I did, my eyes would drift up towards his time-stamp. 

I made it to the shop only mildly dampened, taking a seat at a table next to the window, again almost entranced by the way it hit the ground.  

A/N; Hi! I'm Dani! I wanted to test the waters with my first Wattpad original! So, once I get some feedback, I'll continue to post! Questions are also very welcomed! Thanks for reading!