The Day I Die

     I wake up sitting in a nearly empty white room. The only two things in the room are a chair (what I'm sitting in) and a desk. The only thing significant about the desk was that there was a piece of paper on it. The front of the paper says:  

"On the back is the date of the day you will die. Turn this over if you want to know. You have an hour." 

        I've been in here for maybe 10 minutes. I don't think I want to look at the paper. Do I really want to know when I die? I'm pretty sure I don't. I would dread the day and when it came I would do everything I could to prevent it. So I turn around so it won't tempt me. 

       I slowly turn toward the paper. I kinda wanna know - No. That's the curiosity talking. Curiosity killed the cat. In this case it would literally kill me. I shake me head and turn away from the paper. The curiosity won't get to me, I will fight. 

I make it about 30 minutes. Only 20 minutes left I can do- No. Something inside me breaks. I have to know. I stand up and grab the paper furiously. I turn it around and gasp. All of my anger drains out of me, along with the color in my face. I don't believe what I see. 

The paper is blank.