Hi. My name is Jayden White, and I started this journal because I only have 10 days left to live. I know it sounds absurd, and to be honest, I don't really know if I believe it myself.
But last night, I had a weird dream. It started with me opening my eyes and seeing that I was in my bed but with nothing around me, like I was in the void. I sat up and looked around, but everywhere was just black. I guess it was at this point that I should've realized something was wrong, but of course, I just acted like everything was normal and tried getting out of bed.
I swung my feet off the edge of the bed and didn't feel the ground. My feet were hanging there and I had no idea how far I'd fall if I jumped off.
Yet I did, and I landed on my stomach after a measly foot-and-a-half fall. I stood up in the nothingness and aimlessly walked farther and farther from where I woke up. It had been about ten minutes of walking when I heard it.
"Jayden."
It was a voice that somehow at the same time felt like it was coming from everywhere and nowhere. From every direction, yet at the same time, it was just inside my head. I fell to my knees and I just stared. I stared out into the void, hoping to see just anything that wasn't nothing. But I didn't. Then the voice came back.
"Jayden, listen to me."
I opened my mouth and I wanted to scream. I wanted to scream so loud that I would never have to hear anything again, because somehow I knew there was nothing I could do about the voice. But no matter how much I tried to scream, I couldn't. The air wouldn't leave my chest. The pressure wasn't lifted. So I sat on my knees, fists on the ground, facing the nothingless stretching forever underneath me.
After a minute that felt like an hour, I finally gave in. My arms stopped holding me up and I fell once again. I was waiting to feel the impact on my stomach, but I didn't. I just kept falling. I just kept falling farther and farther down into the void. As I fell, I thought about the bed. I thought about the comfort I had left behind.
But of course, I was interrupted again.
"Jayden," the voice said, somehow even louder than before, "you're going to die in 10 days."
Suddenly I felt the tenseness leave my body, and I managed to finally squeeze out one word.
"Liar."
"When you wake up, it'll be too late. Day one has already started. There's nothing to be done."
"Who are you?"
"That's not important, Jayden." As the voice continued, for some reason it made me calm. It wasn't scary anymore. It was comforting, as if it was a voice I knew. Suddenly, the wind pushing against me reminded me that I was falling, and all I wanted was to hear the voice again.
"I didn't want it to happen like this," the voice called out once again. "But it isn't up to me. Jayden. Remember this dream. You'll believe me soon enough."
Dream. That word echoed throughout my head and finally everything made sense. I reached out into the void, knowing that if I focused, I could end all of this. But I didn't. I wanted to hear what the voice would say next.
"My time is almost up, Jayden." The voice seemed more desperate with its words. It remained calm, but it was speaking slightly faster and I could hear that it sounded almost like whoever was talking was holding back tears. Then I noticed that I was crying. The tears leaked out of my eyes continuously and flew up as I continued falling past them.
I tried talking again, but all I managed to say was "no".
Just fucking "no".
"I need you to believe me. You're about to wake up. As soon as you do, Kayla is going to text you. Then you'll believe me."
For the first time since I started falling, I tried looking up. And when I spun around to try to see what was above me, I saw light. I reached out to it, and suddenly, I stopped falling. Everything felt still. I was calm. It all just felt right. But that didn't last long. Soon enough, I was falling again. But it was different. I was falling up. The light was getting closer and closer.
And soon enough, the darkness was gone.
I opened my eyes and saw my ceiling. Somehow, I had forgotten everything that just happened as I pulled my blanket over my head to try to fall asleep once again. Everything felt okay up until I heard my phone.
I had a text. I reached over to my bedside table and picked up my phone, and sure enough, a text from my friend Kayla.
"I had the weirdest dream last night"
Suddenly, it all came rushing back to me. The peace had ended just as quick as it had started. Everything around me felt like it was falling apart. My walls were dissolving and everything was turning black. My throat felt clogged and tears started running down my face.
That was 12 hours ago.
It's 10 P.M. right now. To be honest, I may have wasted today. After that ordeal, I just tried to deny it. I spent the whole day trying to push it from my mind. I told myself, surely it's just a coincidence. Surely this isn't real. I'm going to be okay.
I'm going to be okay.
I said that dozens of times throughout the day, and every time I said it, I think it lost some meaning. Maybe I believed it at first. But the words turned to nothing by the end of the day.
I believe it. I can't deny it. These things don't just happen. It isn't a coincidence.
That's all I can think about right now.
So I dug through some bins in the attic and found this empty notebook. For the next 10 days, I'm going to record what I do in here. Maybe when this is all over someone will find this and my story can be known. But hey, the reality of this is I'm a delusional idiot starting a diary because I had a dream.
But I guess if you're reading this, then that all did happen.
If you're reading this. I'm dead.
But I don't want to think about that right now.
For now, I've got nine days left.
